Burn, motherfucker, burn

Every day I walk past a row of three little 'spiritual' shops. The kind that sell little budha figures, scented candles and incense burners that supposedly open up your chakras. Have you noticed how all shops of that kind smell the same? It's a very strong, musky kind of smell that makes you gag. You must know what kind of shop I am talking about.

Good.

I really want to set them all on fire.

It's clearly not all about the smell. I just very strongly dislike the superficiality of the entire enterprise: the need to purchase to show appreciation for a culture; the shallow knowledge it transmits; the way it reduces civilizations to an incorrect string of kanji. Makes me sick sick sick to my stomach.

I also need to shut the fuck up and go to bed. Have a great week, y'all!