Classic Myspace Bulletins 11: Bored on myspace

Bored?

We haven't been bored since '93.

True story.

Why? And how? We are hipsters. We embody the quest for art and knowledge everyday here at the Compound. It drives us like an engine, combusting raw fuels of inspiration into hard fast monuments of our existance, compounded again and again into new totems of hyper-reality, till they are but dust, and our spirit soars beyond the realms of living memory.

And when unrest bothers the mind, none other than the knives and razors of wit and conjecture are produced, cutting from the bloated hulk, debating the very clarity of hipster certainty, for it is nothing but tomorrow.

Now You wouldn't be the types of girls who sit around preening and primping because your boyfriends in a band and you are happy to draw your hipness by association?

For shame!


We are:

Critics
Musicians
Writers
Performers
Actors
Theorists
Philosophers
Media Terrorists
Film Makers
Photographers
Artists
Partakers of substances
Coffee Drinkers

and in sum all hipsters and intellectuals, every one. Fine arts float amongst the very plasma that pumps our blood. Do you want to die unknown, unwitnessed? Was your life surmountable to that of the lemming whose only joy and drive was to follow others and abruptly curtail it's own existance?

Boredom has no name here.

We are the people of the compound!