OMFG, Hold the OMG

If making love might be fatal and if a cool spring rain on any summer afternoon can turn a crystal blue lake into a puddle of black poison scum right in front of your eyes, there is not much left except TV and relentless masturbation. -- Hunter Thompson

So it shall pass that Gossip Girl ads will be re-run, in original "look, teens doing it" format, but with new and improved taglines: the peals of frustration, disgust, and contempt that have poured in like so many baggies of private-school coke from around the Decent Media World. Yes, you puritan ingrates, we want to destroy you: by internal madness, by the steadily tightening and irreversible recognition that we are in control and we are taking your children away from you...no one can resist the spectacle of people their age, only twenty-nine times as hot, bedecked in haute couture and blundering faux-unknowingly into abusive threesomes in sprawling Manhattan penthouses and beach compounds overlooking the steel blue wastes of the Northern Atlantic Ocean...and certainly not if they know it's bad, if this is a pleasure that you -- because you're even older, uglier, and more poorly-dressed than they are -- want to deny them...

What a creepy, degenerate, cynically perverted way to make a living. I know exactly the kind of freaks responsible for conceiving, producing, and marketing this cheesy Caligulan madness, and as bad as the real kids are in the barren-souled regions of NY and LA providing inspiration for the latest round of mass-media mass profits, the hollowed-out hags and third-rate pimps who film their fictionalizations in today's version of black mass for vampires are five hundred times more hideous, and dangerous. Sharpen your stakes, melt down your flatware. No one is safe from their fangs and claws.

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[Senescent]

You flatter.