(peep magazine - Guest Blogger) Art and life seems to have got confused
Depression sinks in and everything comes to play. The final sword has been drawn and once again I am free from the polyamorous string theory obsessed with sex and rating them one to ten hippy freaks. Whilst making syphilis sexy, they call themselves Artists. I rage against these hipsters. Derived from a generation of nuclear power, surely free sex doesn’t actually come for free? If you’re lucky it does and if you’re even luckier you’ll catch the genius gene. The revolution will not be televised, and unfortunately the ‘syphilis crew’ can’t be bothered to even sense that it maybe brewing because whilst they claim their free benefits they can continue to carry on as if nothing was actually going on whilst still maintaining an organized free screw. At least something is organized, shame it isn’t something new. The ego has taken over and while there is still a soul to exploit, they will still feed off the hard work that we do and exploit those (the youth) that may one da...
