Shopping

Man, I know everyone needs clothes, but what’s with everyday clothes shopping? I mean, think about it, walking into a store, just regular clothes hanging on stands and folded on shelves’, what’s so great about that?

Another thing with the clothes is that all the people wear them to the goddamn movies; I mean what’s the big deal? Seriously, it’s just a movie! Maybe it’s just to look rich looking, but I’m pretty wealthy, but do I look it? I don’t give a damn about shopping, it’s not the whole world just fitted into one shop. Phonies think that it’s all in one place, and nothing else in the whole goddamn world matters.

I can’t think how many people spend their goddamn money on stupid clothes and jewelry. Oh yeah, and what’s with the jewelry? I mean how important is it to wear a piece of tin around your neck? Or round your wrist and finger? I feel that people are losing their minds with all this, they don’t need it, and they still think if they don’t buy it, they’re going to die instantly of clothes and jewelry cancer.

I also feel so angry when I see people with the beautiful goddamn dresses or accessories like purses, because I just think of them as…well… killers. I can’t imagine whose idea it was to kill all the animals just to make money. Money, it’s all about money isn’t it? Well I think it’s pure stupid all of this. It kills me, it really does, all of this killing is just to make some stupid goddamn money! I mean, what did the animals do to deserve getting stabbed or shot? They’re innocent little phonies, like the kids, they stay innocent and don’t give a damn about anything that’s not on their conscious.

God, people don’t realize that they are being just plain idiots, big phonies that care about nothing but themselves. Furniture shopping kills me too, waiting for hours why your phonies who are also known as your parents, carelessly look around for a stupid chair, and say they want it, but then they change their mind. But it doesn’t bother me as much; it’s the clothes that give me a stab.

 I feel that everything is about goddamn clothes and jewelry. They think that it all just makes you more glam and attractive, but you wear for one stupid party, then you throw the dress away, and their goes $5,000 down the drain. The money people spend just makes me sick; they are greedy little bastards that just spend the money for the hell of it. You know, a lot of people have the worst taste in the world; they probably pick the most lousy, ugly dress in the whole store, and think they got some looks on them, but really, all they’re wearing is trash thrown on them. They don’t know what dirty, crumby hands have been on the damn dresses, or what they are even made of.

Man, I don’t know what it is, but something inside me makes me think a complete opposite with this, and this is with all the kids. If you take my sister Phoebe, she’s no slob, she neatly puts everything neatly on her chair ready for the next day, and her shoes and socks lined up right next to each other on the goddamn floor. I guess the phony adults all put their stuff up neatly, but it makes me sick when I see theirs, and phoebe it’s just different, I got to admit, I’m a madman. I’m a person who is crazy, a goddamn phony who cares nothing about clothes & shopping.

Anyway, I don’t get what all the fashion style and tin is all about; it’s just crap. The rusty diamonds that have been buried dead in the ground for thousands of long years, finally come out of the ground and end up round a phonies neck, I mean, who does that? Everyone? Well, not me, I can’t stand thinking about all the jewelry and clothes at the minute, I just feel like having a cigarette and having Jane come over and keep me company for the sake of it.

But I can’t think about Jane at the minute, because the goddamn clothes are still running through my goddamn head. It’s just… well, I don’t know what to call it, but people are gonna get completely broke if they spend anymore stupid little pieces of metal or paper on stupid clothes and tin. And also, why it’s in my mind, why is the tin and clothes so expensive??  I mean, what’s so special about things that cover you?? Well I guess you need them, but not 1000 outfits! I don’t give a damn about any of this, which I’m sure I’ve already said, but it just kills be completely.

So what’s the point? The style? The money? Goddamn Money, let me tell ya something, it always ends up making you look as blue as hell. I can tell you now, shopping is just a waste of every adult’s phony life.