These are my kind of people. God that sounds like a TV show from the 1980’s hosted by Derek Jameson. Click on the link and you can read all about him.
I like to wallow in the companionship of negative and miserable people. Those who blame everyone else for their woes, are ignorant without manners and complain about being poor and having nothing. Those who bitch about not having any sucess in romance are right up my street. The impotent, the incontinent and theose who smell. they are all great, I love them. Even better are those who bitch and whine about the state of their world, yet do nothing to fix it. The ones who rely on state handouts and complain about never having enough, yet always find the change for cheap alcohol or cigarettes and then complain about the cough or bad guts they suffer from as a result. Armchair historians who get their information from instagram and claim to know a lot, but actually know fuck all I am in absolute awe of. I could listen to them all day and throw all my current library in the bin to replace with their gleanings. Their fresh take on knledge really takes me aback and I am stunned by their wisdom.
The dirty, the unwashed and those who take no care of themselves are welcome into my home. I love having my furniture soiled and the stink of unwashed bodies permeating my space. Their farts and bodily secretions mingling into my cushions are treasured for ever as is their rancid breath and general lack of self respect. I specially welcome those who piss and shit themselves and people who masturbate in their trousers and then wish to shake your hand with their own filthy paw. Their sticky, pongy hands are are somethingI will always enjoy and remember with great fondness. I love cleaning the stains off of my cushions, it brings me great pleasure the smell of the doingfs gives me the greatest of thrills.
Stupidity, ignorance and an inability to string together a simple sentence without using innit and yeah delight me beyong words. They bring me enormous joy and yearnings for more when they are gone. I despise intellectual thoroughness and praise stupidity and ignorance, they truly are the joy of joys. television and its abundant wisdoms are the great mainstay of my home. Reality TV blares out constantly, I cannot get enough of celebrity television and reality TV talent shows. Celebrity gossip fills every minute of conversation with friends and family. There is nothing profound or of any depth discussed during our microwave meals. Sat in front of the perpetually switched on box, that never ceases to churn out its unending messages of inanity and gloom.
The musings of a professionally confused artist 
Leave a comment