yootbung

i hate shopping centres on saturday mornings, the way people stop and go and stop and go, the way they browse, all these happy little things that they have worked so hard all week to be able to afford, to enrich their lives, to make them better people, better parents, better brothers, better sisters, better aunts and uncles, better cousins, better murderers, peaodofiles, rapists, adulterers, better assholes. they spill out of shops with smiles on there stupid faces, they surround you and their human stench fills the air mixing with the stench of the countless thousands and stagnating into one big pugnant, choking human disease, one big fuckin