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Unfortunately, the vibe is continuing to deteriorate. Huff.

Everyone seems to think that they are special. Girly pops, I hate to be the one to break it to you but there's nothing special about an eyelash that is one gust of wind away from becoming airborne nor an ivory shoe that fails miserably at matching an off-white dress. It's awfully sad, my dear, and I fear that one day, I shall have spend my precious time loading up the FaceAche app, desperately trying to remember their names just so that I can remove them as a friend. Ta-ta, goodbye — our friendship will be gone with the wind, just like those poor lashes.

This is what I mean by the vibe continuing to deteriorate... things are becoming out of alignment. Slowly but surely, there's a cultural shift happening right in front of our eyes — acceptance of uglies is just a part of it. There is something else so dastardly in its slinky ways that it avoids detection from the girly pop masses, frightfully threatening the world I have come to call my own.

I know what you're thinking. What is this cultural shift going to bring? Should I be panic buying champagne and digging out a bunker underneath my penthouse apartment?

No, girly pop... you won't know it has happened until it is too late and I sincerely fear that there will be thousands of casualties because it will hit like a reckless tsunami. The boys, the girls, expecting mothers, the frail, infirm elderly — everyone will be affected if they aren't careful.

You're so lucky to be alive at the same time as me. I'm a prophet and my message is this: when the clothing stores start selling denim again, run for your fucking life.

No, I'm not crazy... I'm just gifted in ways that you'll never understand. I am esoteric and that's not on me, that's on you.

I think I know someone who can cure you with a suppository, if you're interested.

Don't sleep, girly pop: I am the future.

[ x ]