Thursday 27 September 2007

JuicyLucy, 32, London

well-i'm-married

Text taken verbatim from a profile on metrodate.com.

More Prozacville Lonely Hearts here.

Tuesday 18 September 2007

Seeing red

some-boring-fuckwit

If you ever hear about a massacre on the Silverlink (Richmond to Stratford line) - you'll know the reason why so many people had to die.

Monday 17 September 2007

Take me in your arms and love me

i'm-probably

There are a lot of singletons in Prozacville so we've set up our own internet dating website.

(Text taken from JDate.com profile)

i'm-a-kind

Text taken from Match.com profile

Friday 14 September 2007

The poor and the needy are selfish and greedy

10 reasons

Whoever left this on the 43 bus today, thank you.
I like number 8: TO ABSORB THE WRATH OF GOD.

Saturday 8 September 2007

A nothing we were, are, shall remain, flowering

another-reason

"Since our genes were evolved primarily in societies which were much more collectivist than individualist....we evolved to create rankings and to obey them, and the modern Wannabe individualists who competes fiercely to rise up the rankings ahead of his or her 'natural' position is flouting instinct. Likewise, it is 'unnatural' for us to have so many intense attachments and loyalties beyond our ascribed tribal ones [like the blogosphere?] and to keep breaking them by achieving new ones."
(Oliver James, Britain on The Couch, p325)

Tuesday 4 September 2007

Come, Armageddon! Come!

that's-right-kids

G.Lewis's analysis of a 1986 survey on psychiatric morbidity (panic attacks, phobias, depression) using a representative sample of 6, 437 people, found that 31 percent of them were fucked, as opposed to only 22 percent in 1977.

Add to this 31 percent other low-serotonin problems such as violence and aggression, and you're pretty much looking at half the population.

Monday 3 September 2007

I always keep a bottle near

yes-who-is-it

Is there at all anywhere in this lavender sky?

is-it-vanity

I found a falling-apart copy of Hans Andersen's Fairy Tales, illustrated by W.Heath Robinson at a local charity shop this afternoon. Already the little pills have started running around inside its pages...