We Wear Fad

Crossing empty streets under the shadow of billion dollar corporations. Youth bastard children of free market will, nothing more than banner ads in the three dimensional reality of life, walking, talking advertisements who subscribe to the pay to play system of living, where putting money in the end user concept such as fashion has made generations nothing more than stand ins for B rate actors on television shows twenty years deep into rerun status. Only the original models ever laugh to the bank, all the rest must live with the shortcoming of being nothing more than a plastic cloroform mold, synthetic to the touch, manniquins seem more life like. all possesions in tow, stuff into the latest hip hand bags, given light by anonymous bloggers from unknown corners of the globe. Photoshop images, Final Cut videos, and Pro Tools music tracks have become the dialouge of the 21st century, no need to talk to anyone, just post your personal voice onto the internet, create a new life, solidify through the use of technology and the general publics' overt willingness to embrace anything from cyberspace as accurate. Awash in the new land of tall tales where even the most boring night walking in front of the Hard Rock Hotel in Las Vegas can seem like an escapade of events, where cops arrest jay walkers with outstanding warrents who nothing are more than small game hunting practice for when the real criminals come to town; the ones calling the shots in this city, untouchable with a stack full of favors from every big player in the area, true protection and the ability to dictate cool kids on the streets, bandanas, sunglasses, and tight pants, a bit over weight with a heavy junk fix on hipness, never satisfied, roaming the town looking for people to hustle or kill. Anything for the next phase of spring clothing lines to finish out the final years of high school. Rock music, rock music, pop music, hip hop all take control, murder the minds of the masses, take from everyone, right on this shirt, says I have the right to want it all. We want the world and we want it now.