monotonous west country life— comprehensive school, job at tesco, have kids, die in the same town you were born in. anyone trying to do different is beaten down in attempts at submission. always subvert expectations: without this life is nothing. fuck your wannabe effy stonem lifestyle— fake being working class all you want when the dirt washes off everyone will see. normal people used to pretend to be rich: now it’s the other way round. what next? pretending to be stupider, uglier, nastier? anything to fuel the middle-class ego. go home to mummy and daddy with their wine cellar and three-storey house. glamorise smack until you’re staring at it. what happened to integrity. strip down aesthetics and find meaning. if there’s no meaning then destroy it. it is worthless. call yourself a libertine but until you act it’s just a facade to hide a lack of personality. go somewhere. do something. be something.

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idolise the 90s and live under a blanket of nostalgia and delusion. all analogue and cheap booze none of the realities of the 21st century: terrorism on a mass scale the western descent into far-right nonsense. just plug in your walkman and tune out. it’s easier to pretend than confront the atrocities around us.

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celluloid past/plasticine futures

don’t just bite the hand that feeds;

devour the wretched thing in its entirety

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the “good old days”? ha there’s no such thing. thatcherite destruction made well sure of that. the past is just as bleak and derelict is as the 21st century. and long gone are the times of queen bodecia/roman savagery welcome to the era of nuclear terror (again) and forever war. what’s ahead is just as bad as what has come before.