Nalaar
Wikipediatrician- Read the warning label.
People get locked into a personal theme in attire...a theme only available on the medias own shelves. There are those who wish with all they are to be one theme, but have remained in another for eons. And why? Because while you may want to be emo your'e friends are all gangsta. And there are many other examples. Let us peruse:
The I-give-a-shit-Goddamit-about-hiphop-line-dancing Den
These are the people that " I have a gun to my head look in their eyes." Only they have to be happy about it...someone is draggin' them all the way to the floor and they got one arm flailing a smoke signal in the direction of ANYONE who is willing to take their place...and yet they get out there and...try....and try....and finally decide, " There is no escape. I hang with these people so I might as well master this shit."
They get back home finally, and turn on....fucking Conway Twitty.
And you know because you decided it was a good idea to fire one up with them after IHOP.
The I-look-like-Lestat-crawled-out-of-the-Ozarks Clubber.
These are the people that dress in black from head to toe, and make an invalid attempt to "remember that one movie"...stand in the middle of all the glosticks because...they don't want one...bob their head to tracks they do not like...and "always get the same drink because its quick to make and I can get back to the booth faster" 7 & 7....or Miller Light. They never remember " that chick that was up here last night" because while in full dress and full tangibility, they themselves were not up here last night.
The I'm-Law enforcement- so- I- have-to-stew-in-a-Sports-Bar-Lair
These are the ...mostly guys...who strut in, not because they have a need to strut, but because carrying an extra 8 lbs. can do a number on you, namely "5 O' Clock Somewhere." They sit at the bar and watch either Football which reminds them of how tired they are, or COPS...which is what the bartender has kind of left up there. For the record, who wants to watch their dashcam footage directly after work? Yay! Beer, work and empathy. :wtf: They pretend to have a flag hanging out of their ass, when the flag never paid well enough. They speak of Obama as if....they have never heard the words " Under Fire Detective". Most of them are constantly up for " Sweet Home Alabama" ...when what they really crave is Cemetary Gates or Lumberjack. Yes, the boyz-in-da-hood from Oklahoma are indeed rolling their blessed joints all wrong.
My Personal Favorite, The Good Ole Boy Hole
These are the ones who are stuck shit kicker, yet cannot let go of how complete they felt that one day they stood in the mirror and lined their eyes black, black lipstick, black trench, and someones armor ring that get left at the house after that one party. Weird couple...They have cowboy hats the size of their emotional void, and when Johnny Cash trails off...they fuckin accidently knock over their beer because their fist flies up to Marilyn Manson -Beautiful People....which is about Modern Church Ethics hating individuality.
I know....
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The Emo-is-calling-but-yuppy-pays-better.
If these people were photoshop layers, the top layer opacity setting would be 40%. They are prep from shirt to accent. And yet the shoes, the cargo shorts and the spiked hair and earrings on the men tell the tale of an inner woe. The women are completely elegant with an air of turning blue in the pink of Claires, which we all need a wet suit to get through, pitifully sporting some kind spiked apparatus, and hanging out with the aforementioned carriers of $70 bags...they look with disdain in the mirror, but eye that one accessory as if it were a beacon of hope.
Why won't people just be who they are in reality? If you have anything to submit, please do so. But let me get my ostritch skin boots, poet shirt, $ ICE chain, and k-pop bandana first....
Thanks,
Nalaar
The I-give-a-shit-Goddamit-about-hiphop-line-dancing Den
These are the people that " I have a gun to my head look in their eyes." Only they have to be happy about it...someone is draggin' them all the way to the floor and they got one arm flailing a smoke signal in the direction of ANYONE who is willing to take their place...and yet they get out there and...try....and try....and finally decide, " There is no escape. I hang with these people so I might as well master this shit."
They get back home finally, and turn on....fucking Conway Twitty.
And you know because you decided it was a good idea to fire one up with them after IHOP.
The I-look-like-Lestat-crawled-out-of-the-Ozarks Clubber.
These are the people that dress in black from head to toe, and make an invalid attempt to "remember that one movie"...stand in the middle of all the glosticks because...they don't want one...bob their head to tracks they do not like...and "always get the same drink because its quick to make and I can get back to the booth faster" 7 & 7....or Miller Light. They never remember " that chick that was up here last night" because while in full dress and full tangibility, they themselves were not up here last night.
The I'm-Law enforcement- so- I- have-to-stew-in-a-Sports-Bar-Lair
These are the ...mostly guys...who strut in, not because they have a need to strut, but because carrying an extra 8 lbs. can do a number on you, namely "5 O' Clock Somewhere." They sit at the bar and watch either Football which reminds them of how tired they are, or COPS...which is what the bartender has kind of left up there. For the record, who wants to watch their dashcam footage directly after work? Yay! Beer, work and empathy. :wtf: They pretend to have a flag hanging out of their ass, when the flag never paid well enough. They speak of Obama as if....they have never heard the words " Under Fire Detective". Most of them are constantly up for " Sweet Home Alabama" ...when what they really crave is Cemetary Gates or Lumberjack. Yes, the boyz-in-da-hood from Oklahoma are indeed rolling their blessed joints all wrong.
My Personal Favorite, The Good Ole Boy Hole
These are the ones who are stuck shit kicker, yet cannot let go of how complete they felt that one day they stood in the mirror and lined their eyes black, black lipstick, black trench, and someones armor ring that get left at the house after that one party. Weird couple...They have cowboy hats the size of their emotional void, and when Johnny Cash trails off...they fuckin accidently knock over their beer because their fist flies up to Marilyn Manson -Beautiful People....which is about Modern Church Ethics hating individuality.
I know....
The Emo-is-calling-but-yuppy-pays-better.
If these people were photoshop layers, the top layer opacity setting would be 40%. They are prep from shirt to accent. And yet the shoes, the cargo shorts and the spiked hair and earrings on the men tell the tale of an inner woe. The women are completely elegant with an air of turning blue in the pink of Claires, which we all need a wet suit to get through, pitifully sporting some kind spiked apparatus, and hanging out with the aforementioned carriers of $70 bags...they look with disdain in the mirror, but eye that one accessory as if it were a beacon of hope.
Why won't people just be who they are in reality? If you have anything to submit, please do so. But let me get my ostritch skin boots, poet shirt, $ ICE chain, and k-pop bandana first....
Thanks,
Nalaar