When Irony becomes iconic, it's no longer ironic.

Feeling catty --
When Irony becomes the standard, it fails to be ironic. Lets carry this over to your "standard" of dress -- You are no longer wearing that button, bandanna, hat or apricot scarf because its ironic or iconic, it's simply moronic: an uninspired affectation that in no way represents you "dude".

FakeBook 101 - An Introduction to the Social Sarlacc Pit

Gotta love FB -- welcome to the world of borrowed wit, recycled rubbish and false sentiment. Where mutual acquaintances try to outshine each other's cut and paste cutisms and mindless memes.

Separate thought:

When Irony becomes the standard, it fails to be ironic. Lets carry this over to your "standard" of dress -- You are no longer wearing that button, bandanna, hat or apricot kerchief because its ironic or iconic, it's simply moronic: an uninspired affectation that in no way represents you "dude".

Love is a shelter

I still remember your touch,
Whispered nothings that meant so much.

I still remember your fire,
Your giving soul, selfless desire.

I still remember your love,
Morning Star; Angel from above.

I still remember your kiss,
Your perfume lingers on nights like this.

Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.

Inside your heart,
There's a place
We can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.

Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.

I still remember you friend,
The endless moments in time we'd spend.

I still remember your smile.
Your timeless grace and your ageless style.

I still remember your taste,
Your slow caress; free of haste

I still remember your sighs,
The flames of love within your eyes.

Love is a shelter,
Where you and I can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place we can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
Love is a shelter,
Where you and I can run and hide.





I still remember your touch,
Those whispered nothings that meant so much.
 I still remember your fire,
Your giving soul, selfless desire.


 I still remember your love,
Morning Star; Angel from above.
 I still remember your kiss,
Your perfume lingers on nights like this.


Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.


Inside your heart,
There's a place,
We can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.


I said,
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.
From the pain,
All the lies,
And the shame,
And we won't be lonely anymore,


I still remember you friend,
Suspended moments in time we've spent.
 I still remember your smile.
Your timeless grace and your ageless style.


I still remember your taste,
Your slow caress; free of haste
I still remember your sighs,
The flames of love within your eyes.

Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run.
Love is a shelter,
With room for everyone.
Inside your heart,
There's a place we can start.
And we won't be lonely anymore.
Love is a shelter,
Where we all can run and hide.

David Foster Wallace

Irony is ruining our culture, or is it illiteracy?
If it were illiteracy you couldn't read this,
and therefore would miss its irony.

Julian Patrick Brontë Glenn