Tuesday, 5 June 2012

Under Pressure

The Hollywood look-size zero, knives, cuts and scars.

The bigger the better by any means necessary injections, silicone, fat from our ass into our faces yet the smaller your waist the hotter you will be. The generic polished perfection (or what we are told is perfection) by the media magazines, papers, MTV and E. Are we carbon copy clones or robots? If someone committed a crime in Hollywood wouldn't half the town be pulled in?

Weighing our food, washed down with a liquid diet, powdered substances, anxiety pills, Marlboro Lights and cotton wool balls drowned in orange juice.

Photoshop, how we should be or how we could be?

Who the fuck knows anymore..., why has this world made us hate who we could be?

When will it stop?