At least it's different

The other day, I was doing my usual web-based research, I more or less accidentally found this beauty here.

I always had a dirty fantasy about Dax from Deep Space 9 and I was willing to give a lot of fingers for a girl with these sexy spots tattooed to her skin. But a girl doing the same design with piercings and laces: I cut all my fingers off right away just to get a closer look. I don't care whether it hurts, is hard to wear, or will look just aweful when she turns into a granny (however, I appretiate her sacrifice). What ever she tried to accomplish, it just works with me.

This is simply marvelously refreshing in a world where each and every girl thinks she has to crown her fat butt with a 3 dollor tattoo that, I believe, they are stiching at every Wal-Mart now. You are right, that's none of my busieness: shall the girls wear tattoos as they want. But it becomes my business when those fat chicks try to attract me by showing theirs. Chubby hips fallwing over some far to tight, but yet not very small denim. I am glared, I cannot even see the tattoo. I almost went blind the first time I saw such an evil thing, I froze the second time. Now I am used to it thanks to the human skill to get dull even against the curlest barbarity. Were I came from no one called these thinks lower back tattoos anymore. They are simply known as ass antlers or, my favorite, bitch stemps.

But never the less I think it was a few years ago, I was evenly astonished when I saw my first tattooed lower back. This of course was on a pretty girl. Her magnificent tattoo dandling over her juice bottom. I still get dizzy thinking about it. Back at this first time, after calming down my dizzyness, I might have throught that this is quit something after almost any girl is wearing this bloddy steel ring pierced through their noses. And, of course, a few years before that I was appealed seeing my first nose ring. If I try hard, I even might remember what was before the pierceings. No, nothing, I bet that puperty hadn't got me far enough to care.

I am wondering what the next it-"body modification" will be. At this time when every second person wears laces like her? The crulest thing about body modifications is that at the day everyone has the sameting no one believes that you were the first.

Mindlessly Follow

I got my new blog; everyone blogs these days i thought i should mindlessly follow them ... Wow, that is a nice way to start one's blog. I have read this, or similar postings, over and over again, while I was checking who took all the cool URLs for their blogs. Reading this made me mad, almost aggressive. I don't know. Maybe it is the absence of creativity to start a blog with: "Hey, this is my first blog. I am just so happy to have a blog now". Well, no, that's not it; I am used to empty lines. Or maybe it the fact that almost every one seems to start a blog like this: "I am just so happy to have a blog now, like everyone else." Well and again no, that's not it either; I am used to zombies following the crowd. Or maybe, and I think that what really did piss me off, its the fact that almost all of these blogs that started with this stupid line also ended with this stupid line.

Why does everyone needs to start a blog like everyone else, just to stop right after this first expression of missing creativity like almost everyone else. Don't say nothing just because you seem to be forced to say something since everybody else decided to say something without saying anything. Even though, this seems to be more then nothing, it is just something that drives me crazy. People mindlessly running around, despratly looking for any guidence in their pointless existence: I have to do what my friends do, I have to do what the commercials are telling me to do, I have to do what my parents want me to do, I have to ... Why? Why don't you do something new. Like Shakespear did, or this other english fellow who invented gravity. Wow, gravity. That's something, someting with value, a real benifit to society. We would never have build the atom bomb when we were still floating arround like in the ancient days. Ok, that might be a bad example.

I am just concerned that most people seem to be contented with doing just everything right. Sure, being a cogwheel of scociety is a role, even an important role. But you can do more than that: be a bigger cogwheel, even one with a few teeth missing, or an oval one. Just leave this dull existence of doing what every one else does. Leave zombie nation.