Proletariats Unite! Tear the roof off of this weekend!

Blast open the doors and run out from your place of confinement! Your addiction to the friendly monetary unit begins; slide your hand onto that ATM and fondle your PIN across its key pad. You know you want to take it all out and spend it on booze and women. Do what the control mechanism wants you to. All of your anger will be satiated and washed away by mindless entertainment; it’s even more fun when the whole family gets involved. Don’t waste your children’s youth on gardening or hikes with Grandma, put ‘em in front of the biggest most evil box of them all, in fact it’s just now a flat window into Satan’s playground.

The addiction is not the consumption but the means to consume. You are not addicted to instant gratification, merely the unit. You work like a slave. You work hard for a pay check that just runs through your fingers like a Hershey bar in hell. You think the Devil would give you sugar and let you eat it too. That is the price of capitalism; we all have to pay the price. However, if you want to buck your cash crack habit, just shop outside the norm. Quit your job, steal a TV, dine and dash at McDonalds, tis true its more difficult but sweeter the reward of vaulting over the counter and scalding your fat face with fresh fries yelling, “Take that capitalist bitches!”

It’s all about coloring outside the lines. It’s about not waiting for the funeral procession. It’s about putting real peanuts in the Salvation Army kettle. It’s about taking a bite out of a fully wrapped 3 Musketeer’s bar and putting it back, like you can just take a grape and ignore the bunch, you wouldn’t do that to a family of three! It’s about climbing up the traffic light, waiting for it to turn green and yelling, “I HATE YOUUUUUUU!!!!!!!!!”

Green is everywhere, plants don’t care, mice don’t care, your Grandma that you stood up on a hike doesn’t care. So jump down and do a jig, bust this great capitalistic mechanism wide open with your lack of money or interest to earn your way, fight your way, fight it like a drunken hobo choking on a tooth pick!

We are the system…there is no system…there is no we…Summer Madness was a B-Side…we are Summer Madness…there is no winter madness…Cabin Fever…eat your room mate he will surprise you with his tough exterior and soft inner candy shell. Most people pick the obvious way to have sex with office products. Which end is the female end of the phone? I still can’t wrap my mind around the calendar…what are all those days for anyway? I tend to ignore things that say: IMMEDIATE ATTENTION REQUIRED, because I feel like I am being baited.

Fudgcicle is naturally misspelled…and just like that I fizzle like the highly scented cologne named Phoenix, for 60 seconds you smell great after that you ain’t sh**!

Ignore my gramma fo I shout with the best of them! Happy Friday!