A night out

I was curious so I went to this new opened club.

Instead of music there was some kind of idiotic and undifferentiated vile noise. I took a drink and looked around with unprejudiced eyes. It was so blatant: No one had fun. Yet everyone feigned to be ecstatic. Overjoyed. On Facebook of course,

What a fauna: guys with nonsensical haircuts, expensive shirts, but empty glances; women with disgracefully bare thighs, bloated boobs and ripped pants…Their femininity was as fictitious as their lips, their fake eyelashes and their absurdly high-flown demeanour.

Fake, fake, fake…that´s the name of the game. A huge parade of zealous wankers.

I went away a quarter later. With the distinct feeling that I´d had a bad dream.

About julienmatei
I feel an inner urge to express what I see, to communicate and share with others all these impressions. Often the things I see are there, not yet manifest, but waiting... to be observed, talked about, and embraced. These new insights need another approach, a more vivid curiosity... Due to fear and prejudice we prefer to see only "the official" truth - but THE OFFICIAL TRUTH IS DEAD - being dead, it has nothing to give... We can continue pretending Death is fascinating or... we can take the trouble to LIVE... THE NEW has no definition yet... Again, IT requires another "perception", the courage to apprehend everything differently, from a totally new angle, with new confidence and inquisitive touch. This blog is not about interesting concepts, it is about participation... finding new solutions, inspiration, togetherness.

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