consume

The thing is that we seemed have got used to this in a big way, the consumerism. Things people used to cram into their homes. You know, the stuff, give me the thing, give me the couch, the wig, the tiny beans, the radio, the iPhones, the shoes, all the stuffs, all the time, we can't get away from. You know you brought lots of shit. Cause you're broke now, and your house is full of shit. You can spend hours walking around the house looking for a pencil or a piece of paper. You can't find anything useful like that, but you can always put your hands on a purple furry cube with a number six on the side and pair rubber legs underneath. And you pick it up and you go, “What is the shit? Why is it in the house?" Well, That's because you brought it. that's why, just like all the other crap you've bought.

This is the age of spending, yeah! Have you seen people in the middle of Sydney driving around in those huge 4 by 4 vehicles, look like little houses on the move. You can't even see the people inside, cause they're just so high up. Men on the mobile phones going "Bla bla bla~~~" about money, while all ladies with roman catholic blond hair going "Hayi~hayi~hayi" as they plow through school children, roaring around, "Oaaaa~~~" up and down the high streets, hunting that ultimate handbags. So that they will have more space, to buy more shit and carry back to their houses.

Our attention spans are so short now, that it can only be snatched in very violent way. That's why all the advertisements are using these constipated skeleton bitches sneering at you. And the shit they're selling would be called something horrible like “Homicide!" “Dysentery!" "Urban Dysentery" for boys and girls!