when did it ever makes sense? you curse us, you cuss us, you think we're just youth running wreckless. You think that we have no creativity, thats why we write the things we do. Thats why wwe say the things we do. You think that because we're a culture so obsessed with ourselves, that we wouldn't know creativity if it hit us in the face with a sledgehammer. Well, maybe you're right. Riced Out Yugo isn't about anything. It's not about art or music or dada or anything else you could classify. Riced OUt Yugo is about life. Your life. My life. Miller High Life. Nothing and everything and the marriage of opposites. Its very middle class white male, very American. Very unitary urbanistic. Theatrewide class warfare with chemical weapons. Hint: Christianity is a virulent strain upon us. Never once have i stopped to think that anything could be anything to anyone who reads this and actually takes something away from it. Those who say they do are liars or tag alongs. You could never in a million years try to think that one could comprehend it. I'm considering a stick to carry around to beat people when I hear them talking about Riced Out Yugo and how much it makes sense to them. How much they read it, and reflect aback on to their own lives. I walk down the street and I hear this kind of thing everyday. Never once do I hear these people say HEY LOOK OUT BEHIND THE FERRY HAS RUNAGROUND AND IT SPILLED ITS LOAD A DIAMETRIC CRYSTALS INTO THE EAST RIVER! No. You never hear that.
In that case, I better go hijack a container ship.
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