We’ve been in a grass-is-browner phase of conquest for a while, where we’re jealous of the neighbors with the scorched, trampled earth instead of the green lawn. This is why we think people in ripped-up shitty clothes look better than clean people with money and it’s what makes stories about the horrible anarchist you fucked in the back seat of a car after screen printing punk patches on a home rig at a hobo depot, who whipped off the condom, tied it in a knot, and “cheers”ed you with it after he was done so funny. And here’s a whole blog of that stuff, called Disgusting People I Have Made Out With. If you are not legally old enough to vote in elections you need to get the hell out of here right now; the rest of you, have at it.
