Tuesday 30 April 2013

Ghost town just lowered its standards

Yes, it is official. The ghost town lowered its standards. A despicable place is now even more despicable. I just returned from a visit to the ghost town. What I found was surprisingly what I expected - just a little bit more.

We can not blame the entire despicable-ness on the people. The weather is horrible. The place is horrible. The people is horrible and the music is horrible. Waking up in the morning is not a pleasure there. Being at coastal level helps a bit with a noticeable higher air pressure. Add to that the high humidity and you are guaranteed a headache. Even as you wake up. No wonder the people on this place are so freaky grumpy.

Before I go on, let me say that 80% of the people in the ghost town are really great. the majority were really happy to see me again and came over from wherever they were just to say hello.

Then there are the ghost people. Officially I do declare them to be the world's most despicable human beings. Yes, they can be found right there in the ghost town. Just being in the ghost town, surrounded by these cockroaches is guaranteed to make life a continuous hell. I am observing perfectly normal people getting more despicable every day they spend in that place. Anybody is sure to become despicable after only two years spending time amongst such despicable bunch of misfits.

The naturals here display tendencies to self destruction by smell. Horrible human beings that would not only trip old ladies on the sidewalk, but also brag about it when the old lady trips and falls into uncoming traffic. The main purpose of life is not self improvement. It is to maintain and expand the wasteful and despicable culture. To live here is emotionally expensive, as all despicable people continuously drains you from your emotional energy. Very ghostly.

Then to make you feel even worse, there is this East ghost radio. The music they play is simply awasme to add to the whole atmosphere. Last morning I switched on the radio and listened to a song called Take me to my secret place.

Now really. Let me try to take this in.

Translated to Drown me in my own vagina.

That is creepy.

This was followed by an even worse Look underneath your beautiful.

Aaaawee! Crappy!

What do you expect to find there? Little dung-bells?

These ghost DJs with deceivingly nice voices, were going on about if they had to take only one song to Mars, this would be it. Yeah, right. Mars is about halfway to the sun. Temperature would be on average same as the ghost town. I can imagine why you would want to go there. But then. Getting out of this crap town is the most important. No matter where, it would be better than there.

Do not knock this place. Our president comes from the province surrounding this ghost town. Ok. That explains a lot about why this country is going down the drain so fast.

This experience in the ghost town gave birth to another new song. Look out for it. It will be all about cockroaches struggling to escape from a tin of hot wax.

 

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