Admit it! Despite your psuedo-bohemian appearance that vaguely left this doctrine of beleifs, you know nothing about art or sex that you couldn't read in any trendy, New York, underground fashion magazine. Prototypical nonconformist, you are a vacuit soldier of the thrift store gestapo. You adhere to set of standards and tastes, that appear to be determined by an unseen pannel of hipster judges (bull shit). Giving the thumbs up and down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art. Go ahead along now, you're so post-modern. You're diving face forward into an antequated past, it's disgusting, it's offensive! Don't stick your nose up in the air!You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends pontificating to each other. Forever competing for that one moment of self-aggrandizing glory, in which you hog the intellectual spotlight, holding dominion over the entire, shallow, pointless conversation. Oh, we're not worthy! When you walk by a group of "Normal People" you chuckle to yourself, patting yourself on the back as you scoff. It's the same superiority complex shared by the highschool jocks who made your life a living hell. And it makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma you spend every moment of your waking life bitching about!!! You don't impress me... you dont intimidate me.. Why don't you bow down, get on the ground, walk this fucking plank!I just finished recording my first EP in the studio and you can now hear some of it at www.myspace.com/joshisdriven i would make it a link but i'm not that cool