Shopping Maulls

One of the most disgusting places in the midst of our material universe is the mall. There are several times a year when I find myself in a situation where I am with people who end up at a mall. The mall is a consumerist pit hole that pulls these consumers in and grabs them by the ankles. The consumer is reveled in bliss as if money has no limit. Credit cards swiping, sodas guzzling, bags filling, and people become temporarily happy when shopping.

It is at these mall experiences when I meet the most completely fake people: obsessed with the most modern trends in culture and fashion. While on one hand I want to puke, on the other hand I find comfort knowing that I am not like these people. I am different, enlightened, and I don't give a shit!!!
When I go to the mall, it sucks, but I have fun. I find ways to make people feel uncomfortable, like going to the bookstore and finding a book about sexual positions and hold it boldly upright as if I was showing it to the world. I will walk into a designer clothes store wearing an Archgoat shirt and ask "Do you think these pants match this shirt?" My favorite thing to do is go to Hot Topic and ask posers about their band shirts. I saw a kid wearing a Behemoth shirt and purple tight pants. I asked him what his favorite Behemoth album was. He didn't even realize it was a band shirt!!!

Fucking with people psychologically has always been a fun pastime of mine, the mall can be a great place for my games. But, I don't make a habit of going there often. However, I do like those big ass soft pretzels.

Check out this photo a of a black metal fan in a mall food-court!!