Cleavage 2

I don't know how right Chuck Barris really was. In this day and age most people's dreams and hopes wouldn't go as high as obtaining the damn refrigerator so in fact the show would only end when the greed filled their sick little minds and they'd just start shooting each..

"Watch out!!"

Fucking colourblind wanker. RED!! It's red!!
Are you late for your asshole appointment?! What and you still have to go by the idiot shop to get a stupidity refill?!

Anyway, they'd just end up shooting each other for the god damn fridge.

I wonder if people actually had all those things they think are the vessels to happiness they would finally be forced to confront their true life dilemmas. If all their shallow material cravings were satiated would they focus on truly important issues? Probably not. They would just go all Kurt Cobain on their own arses. Fucking losers.

Look at that.

"..like, I'm just saying maybe we should be careful and shit with how we talk to him and I was like, fuck you, who are you to tell me what to do? You know? Total bitch.. Who does she think she is?"

"Yeah I never really liked her."

"Mind her own business, little bitch. You know? We should like, do some.."

Blah blah blah teenage wasteland. I guess we're at a stage where it's twenteen and even thirtyteen sometimes.

Ah and of course..

"Tap tap tap.. haha!!"

"Haha you want to tap that?"

"Haha.."

Depressing little humanoids.

Oh, I should go shopping. I've nothing to cook. I should cook more often. Or just eat a massive McCoronary Thrombosis and get it over with. I'd waste less time. Less time thinking. Less time depressing. Less time hating everyone. Hating me most of the time. Less time dreaming about a great future, with meaning. One more time with feeling. Ha..

It's just little changes. The smallest ones. The ones you know will get you on track. But you're just focused on that finishing line. The damn clouds. You can't jump from here. You have to go step after step after step after step after step. That's the only way to get there. But those first steps seem so unimportant, so meaningless that you can not gather the right amount of will power to just do it! Fuck, just do it! Get on track!

Oh fuck it.

"Evening. Yeah, just the large fries."

"No pizza boss?"

"Yeah you know what.. Three slices."