nudawn:

The only true currency in this bankrupt world if what we share with someone else when we’re uncool.

this is the type of shit that is written by new yorkers that have made a career move that relocated them to los angeles and thusly they see the flimsyness of character that populates such a village of fuckwads. it’s also the same tripe written by midwesterners struggling with dismay as they slowly turn asshole after moving to new york, thereby backhanding their old friends as dimwitted yokels and maligning them to “idiot townie loser failure” status.

fuck constructs, what i think of as “cool” is a personal endeavour and at i may choose such itineraries as a barometer towards just how deeply i might interact with your (likely) dumb ass. everyone else can fuck themselves if they can’t hang, because i do not suffer fools or hacks or those that apply themselves with projective identification or cosmic loneliness/woe.