Hipster
Manifesto
Hello. My name is Steve. I spell it Steve and not Steven, or
Stephen. I’m not sure why. I’m not a pretentious douche. I just like it that
way. Steve Jobs spelled his name Steve, and if it’s good enough for a visionary
like him it’s good enough for me. In a past life I was a bungee jumper. At
least I’m pretty sure I was. It’s hard to tell because I can’t actually
remember any of my past lives, but that doesn’t make it not true. I’m an avid
reader of Pitchfork online and I love politics, but that’s not important. The
message is important, but I’m sure only about 7% of you will understand. That’s
good though. I don’t want everyone to understand. I look around the room at
parties and I think, “What are all these retards doing here? Did the short bus
break down in front of the house? I can’t believe these fags get invited to
parties. These things are so lame. It makes me want to vomit.” I probably
shouldn’t use the r word, or the f word, but seriously how else can I describe
these homos? The thing is, these are ‘the future leaders of America.’ Please.
These apes don’t know a dimebag from a colostomy bag and even though half of
them pretend to like the Beatles it’s totally obvious they don’t know a thing
about them. Not me though. I may not have been born in the Beatles generation,
but I get them. I understand their music. I don’t just like them because ‘OMG!
They’re the Beatles. They revolutionized music.’ I actually know how they
revolutionized music, and they’re actually an inspiration for me. They fought
against the system of their day and I’m fighting the system of mine. I may have
been John Lennon in a past life. Probably not, but I bet I knew him. I just get
him too much. There’s no way I could understand him so well if I didn’t know
him. I said that to a kid at a party last night, but he totally didn’t get it.
He said I was weird and that I should lighten up. Please. Lighten up and be a drunk
homophobe like you? I’d rather attend a Celine Dion concert, and I’d rather eat
my own cat before I’d do that. Of course, I never would eat Franco. Besides
being a vegetarian, I’m not Chinese. I don’t eat cats. That douchebag might eat
cats and enjoy parties, but I’m more cultured than that. I need more
sophisticated venues for my enjoyment, but unfortunately I’m stuck in this lame
redneck, homophobic town and going to parties is the only thing to do. Anyway,
like I said earlier if more than 7% or you get this I might as well just stab
my own eyes out because I don’t want to live in a world where all the faggoty
losers that make up humanity get me. I’m better than that. I’m more
open-minded. I guess I can’t blame them too much. They’re just sheep. The real
problem is all the retards at the top. The people who say this is cool or
that’s cool and these idiots just go along with it. Thank God I’m not like
them. Someday I’ll get away from all these homos and go somewhere with other
open-minded people. Only 4 more months to graduation, then I’ll move to Europe
where people don’t care if I smoke in public and I’ll be surrounded by other
people who don’t judge or discriminate just because I don’t go along with all
their lame, simple minded slogans. I hope you guys got the message, but if you
didn’t maybe you should just try being more tolerant and less homophobic. And
if you see me don’t ask me what this means because if you don’t already get it
then I can’t help you. Sheep.
Steve
You pegged it - that is, everyone else. Not me!!!
ReplyDeleteI want to kiss you on the mouth. UNIRONICALLY.
ReplyDeleteAnd I will unironically accept that with grace and forbearance.
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ReplyDeleteIsn't youth the time to be a rebel if any time is at all? Is there nothing to rebel against? signed an old sixties underachiever. Forgive the previous deleions please, I lost my glasses.
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