FUCK

​I’m sick of this fake, you-have-the-right-wait-nevermind shit.  This every-way-but-yours-is-right shit.  This you-can-do-it-but-not-near-us shit.  Fuck you.  Brilliance gets crushed every fucking day because it makes people UNCOMFORTABLE.  Well fuck your uncomfortable, and fuck your comfort zone, and fuck that sidelong look you give people when they say something you don’t fucking agree with. 

“Be yourself.” 

“You do you.”

So on.  So fucking forth. 

As long as it fits the parameters, right?  RIGHT?! 

See, people get really upset when your form of expression involves questioning the established order and leaving psychological fires in your wake.  A spark on the dry timber of this awful beige mentality I see everywhere.  Oh, yes, yes, yes, yes, yessss…..do what you want, what you will – do what makes you happy as long as it doesn’t make us THINK and it doesn’t make anybody UNCOMFORATABLE!  Because if one single motherfucker shifts awkwardly in their chair, or frowns, or lowers their eyes, we’re gonna burn you to the motherfucking ground! 
 
Does that sound about right?
 
Remember, kids.  You can rant for ever and ever if you lack content.  That’s why they never shut up and people cheer time and time again.  Simplicity.  Complacency.   The never-ending familiar march of bullshit shifting from one approved opinion to the next in an attempt to make things look like they were ever a choice to begin with
 
YOU CAN RANT FOREVER IF YOU DON’T SAY MUCH.
 
We here at Psycho Bunny Death Cult encourage expression that is uncomfortable, and expression that is true.  We want to see the bloody guts of what you’re feeling and the ugly truth of what you are, and if it makes us uncomfortable, we smile our big creepy monstrous smiles and polish our razor grins and watch from our freaky little corners and we are HAPPY.  It’s not a matter of being unaffected; we WANT to be affected.  We respect the process and the product whether that end result is for us or not.  We want YOU to get all that toxic nastiness out of you and onto a canvas or a notepad, onto your tablet, into a book; into tattoos or street performances or acting or any other beautiful way you can come up with to give your pain a voice.  Paint with your cat.  Rant about demonic forces in everyday life.  Throw raw meat and eggs at walls and look for Latin phrases in the trails of plasma that leak down.  Roll around in some paint.  Start or end a war.  Write a manifesto or a poem or both.  

DO WHAT MAKES YOU FUCKING HAPPY!

Make someone with an ugly beige soul uncomfortable today.  

​We love you.