If there's any hope for the
future and the
modern concept of beauty is
obsolete, people
a hundred years from now are going to look back at us and say, "They did
what to look good? Oh, man!" They will then
paralyse themselves with
laughter, the
smug bastards.
Hey, kids! Let's inject a major toxin into our faces! And, when we're finished with that, we can overdose on bleach and black tar heroin!
When I am old, I will be ugly. This is my promise to the world.