Eli gets mad at stuff, then is distracted.

Eli’s been cheated.

Eli’s been cheated by the god damned hippies. They preached all that love bullshit and then moved to the suburbs, bought a couple SUVs and started voting Conservative. Now they float in their in-ground pools and bitch about the lack of tax breaks available to them while they suck back their imported alcohol and puff on their fancy cigars.

Eli’s been cheated by her government. They took her tax dollars and she seriously doubts any of it will be going to into renewable energy (not the fucking oil sands)/free education/free health care/AIDS research and prevention/arts funding/peace keeping/ anything that matters at all.

Eli’s been cheated by the new generation. They are all bloody annoying and obnoxious. Their clothing is too small, their voices are too obnoxious, their music is too terrible and they swear too much.

Eli’s been cheated by the music she used to like when she was in high school. What the hell, high-school-music? You got her through some rough times, but now you fucking suck. What gives? You fail.

Eli’s been cheated by the memories of older generations. Those rosy memories do not match up with the bitter day-to-day of now, and therefore were probably never accurate to begin with. Those who are now and those who once were are not the same, which is fucked up and troubling.

Eli’s been cheated by her eyeliner. It ran out this morning. Booourns. Lipstick is all gone too.

Eli’s been cheated by her body. Things are expanding and jiggling that never have before. Goddammit.

Most of all, Eli’s been cheated by her brain. Her brain said everything would be alright, and its not. Its clearly not, it never has been, and it never will be.




And in the while writing this nasty little “fuck the world” blurb, Eli has become strangely enchanted by Peaches and some of her truly disgusting antics. Rock on, Peaches. Rock on.

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