KISS KISS YOUR COPYWRITER

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“By the way, if anyone here is in marketing or advertising...kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I'm doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalisation for what you do, you are Satan's little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the marketing people: 'There's gonna be a joke comin' up.' There's no fuckin' joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself...borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something...rid the world of your evil fuckin' presence.”

Bill Hicks

Submitted: March 14, 2011

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I need the descriptive words to find a way to kill advertisers---hmmm---strap me to the chair----strap me to the fucking chair!---I don’t care---lost my need for caring---wandering back the witchway back and finding myself face to face with the ceo of the AAA---american advertising agency---blatant disregard for human life---selling salt to a slug and slugs to the kids and bullets to the kids and kids to the folks and folks eating up the dead bloody DEAD BLOODY kids---smelling that down the sewer drain and a godblessamerica here! and a godbessamerica there! here a god, there a god, everywhere another god! count em’ on your fingertips---count em’ in your sleep---the ad agency will be along to pick up the body---the people who sold you this shit that you SMOKE that you EAT that you RUN YOUR FUCKING CARS WITH that you TELL YOUR SONS AND DAUGHTERS THAT THERE IS A NEED FAR BEYOND THEIR OWN LIVES TO PICK UP A GUN AND RUN TO WHEREVER THE FUCK THE GOVERNMENT SHOVES THEM OFF TO IN THE NAME OF LIBERTY (ILLUSION) IN THE NAME OF JUSTICE (ILLUSION) IN THE NAME OF WHAT DADDY DID BEFORE YOU AND HIS DADDY DID BEFORE HIM AND ON AND ON AND ON AND ON INTO FUCKING OBLIVION (REALITY)---take a deep breath---take a deep breath---no one is listening anyway. remember. no one is listening anyway. and how many unheard voices seethe? how many unheard and unsatisfied people rage on inside---puckered up with those fake fucking smiling faces---parading throughout their days like someone will tap them on the shoulders and say WAKE UP---it was all a dream after all---one of your gods’ practical jokes---and do ya feel you were in on it? do ya? sell me another somethin’! please oh please---it is the American way after all---sell me another somethin’---make my dick crave that pussy you splay all over everything! gloss me over another woman and tear away every right she ever had! slap her on the magazine cover and MAKE ME ANOTHER OFFER! that one wasn’t good enough. sell me her. sell me her straight out of her most current movie---sell me her from her most current tv. show---sell me her tits and a bag of chips! YES. so then when i eat those chips later my dick will get hard and i will need another bag or that supermodel’s hoo hoo---hmmm. which one will i be able to attain before i cum in the name of the good ol’ US of A? what distresses me is the job man---what distresses me little sister is the copywriters---the ones who pump the drug into our veins---who find ways of making poisons---not essential for the further development of our species---then they go home to a new and improved way of pulling in that info---finding ways to product place the most place-able products in the world---sculpting and rolling the so-called “civilized” world into something better---something that molests & fucks itself in the face with its own hard cock of aggressive marketing---BREATHE---do your best now---BREATHE---those images & words come in like fucking lazers at your eyes---noyoucan’tducknoyoucan’trunnoyoucan’tavoidit---all i wanna do is buy my way out of living---all i want to do is find a newer better way of being something i’m not---all i want to do is find out why i am so dirty and inadequate and yet everyone else is so polished and shiny and perfect and sweet smelling---yes, I WANT I NEED I WANT I NEED I WANT I NEED!!! give it to me give it to me give it to me give it to me---this sale won’t sell itself you know---this sale won’t sell itself---and in the end you know, once you are finally fucking dead---when all the things that they said were wrong with you, that they sold you HOOK LINE & SINKER---have worked out for the benefit of the companies that run this hot-little-spankable-ass-nation that is the united states---then they will cast you out---just like the lepers & demons of your fictional sagas---the religions you sink your teeth into when nothing else will work and your pockets are completely empty---so that you can no longer buy the products (therefore you can no longer participate)---awe. are you realizing it yet? you’re already dead.


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