I suppose the whole 2.0 thing renders lies, lies, lies the original. …the first.
And whereas in any medium other than tech-shit, the original is the best. Superlative, even…. pure. When entering this Brave New World of version-istic technology… of a product revealed with such melodramatic grandiose gravitas (bullshit)… innovation, as no one could have ever imagined, showered unto the masses… the original is just a test subject. The hype, like millions of smoke screens (à la a foggy carcinogenic smoke-filled bar in Manhattan in the late 1990’s), protects (hides) its status as ‘test subject’ saving its reputation as ‘so fuckin’ cool… so, like, right now… I’m dying… I totally just died because this thing is so fuckin’… I can’t even… I just… I can’t deal’ and the pseudo-communist (more dirty hippies in communes; less “we don’t need no education” meat grinder marching) idea of ‘everyone’s opinion will be heard’…
woah, I digress.
I’m done with all of that. right now.
I’m just sayin’, that whole original lies, lies, lies thing… it happened. The call-in. All that.
And maybe I want to cover all my bases (ass), but:
Things one may want to know (or not)…
I was drunk at the time.
It was approx 1 1/2 years ago.
Yes, I may sound like a child. …but I’m so fuckin’ not 12.
Adderall is a raging dirty crack whore mirage.
so… oh and these call-in shows where celebrity experts (regardless of experience and degrees attained)…. I mean they cater to-, strive on, rely on… the damaged, crack whore who may or may not find some comfort in listening to a ‘professional’ on the radio.
all like, “maybe they care… about me”.
…I mean, all intentions may, in fact, be pure. And this is all the stuff that I could have gone without learning.
… one rarely just falls into an open man-hole cover of “celebrity”- anything.
…I need to take a shower.