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Americans have no identity.
we have no culture.
we have been seduced by the need to sanitize all that is real out of our lives, smells, bodily functions, where our food comes from.
we dont experience life, we watch tv and let those fantasy characters experience it for us. we live vicariously through a collection of tubes and wires. instead of going out and doing something, we watch "reality" tv!!!
we are told from a very young age that in order to be a person who is good/loved/wanted/needed we need to buy these products which will help us reduce the smells that our body produces, take away the hair that grows on us, and make us as close to mannequins as possible. no one will love you if you look how a human actually looks! there is a hate of ourselves. we dont want to admit to being human.
we think ourselves as equal to or above god/s by taming nature and bending it to our will instead of living within it as the functioning part of a unit that we are. we think our ability to build something that is biggest/faster/uglier/(and most importantly)NEW gives us the right to strut around as if we own the planet.

news flash dipshits!
the planet owns us! we are only here because it is. we are dependent on nature and the planet wether you like it or not. there are things that are bigger than you. get over yourself and start taking care of your mother. what does it matter if you have hair on your legs? what does it matter that when you sweat, you smell different? why is it disgusting? its what happens!!! DEAL WITH IT!!


i hate people.

thank you amichan!

Beautiful Girls
written by Scott Rosenberg


Gina: I'm speaking to both you, okay, you're both fucking insane. You wanna know what your problem is? MTV, Playboys, and Madison fucking Avenue. Yeah. Let me explain something to you. OK, look, girls with big tits have big asses, girls with little tits have little asses. That's the way it goes. God doesn't fuck around, he's a fair guy. He gave the fatties big, beautiful tits, and the skinnies little, tiny niddlers. If you don't like it, call him. (entering store) Hey Mitch. Thank you. Oh guys, look what we have here. (picking up Penthouse magazine and opening it) Look at this: your favorite. Oh, you like that?
Tommy (Matt Dillon): I'd go along with that.
Gina: Yeah, that's nice, right? Well, it doesn't exist, okay? Look at the hair. The hair is long, it's flowing, it's like a river. Well, it's a fucking weave, okay? And the tits. Please, I could hang my overcoat on them. Tits, by design, are intended to be suckled by babies. Yeah, they're purely functional. These are silcone city. And look, my favorite, the shaved pubis. Pubic hair being so unruly and all. Very vain. This is a mockery, this is a sham, this is bullshit. Implants, calogen, plastics, capped teeth, the fat sucked out, the hair extended, the nose fixed, the bush sh-these are not real women, alright? They're beauty freaks. And they make all us normal women with our wrinkles, our puckered boobs, hi Bob, our cellulite, seem somewhat inadequate. Well, I don't buy it, alright? What you fuckers, you think is that there's a chance in hell that you'll end up with one of these women you don't give us real women any thing approaching a commitment. It's pathetic. I don't know what you think you're going to do. You're going to end up 80 years old, drooling in some nursing home, and then you'll decide that it's time to settle down, get married, have kids? What are you going to do: find a cheerleader? Charge it, Mitch.
Willie (Timothy Hutton): I think you're over simplifying.
Gina: Oh, eat me. Look at Paul--with his models on the wall, his dog named Elle Macpherson. He's insane! He's obsessed. You're all obsessed. If you had an ounce of self-esteem, of self-worth, of self-confidence, you would realize that as trite as it may sound: beauty is truly skin deep. And you know what? If you ever did hook one of those girls, I guarantee you'd be sick of her.
Tommy: (looking at the magazine) Yeah, I suppose I'd get sick of her, after about, what, 20 or 30 years?
Gina: Get over yourself.
Tommy: What?
(They leave the store)
Gina: No matter how perfect the nipple, how supple the thigh, unless there's some other shit going on in the relationship besides physical, it's going get old, okay? And you guys, as a gender, have got to get a grip, otherwise the future of the human race is in jeopardy