EVE General Discussion

You hate us because you're Mad at your mother. We represent this maternel oppression.

Surely you can remember it now

You’d be alone in the kitchen, twilight would be dwindling and you would hear the far-off cries of the children playing nearby, and knew you’d be alone in the kitchen ‘cause it was your special treat time, where the jelly would come out just for you

. And your mother would appear at your side, just this vision of — Laura Ashley print dress, smelling of magnolias and biscuits — and put the jelly in front of you, and you would pull your chair in and then the old-fashioned bar of ice cream would come down, the one that had to be cut with a bread knife before the two sides were flanked with wafers.. and you would lift your little spoon up excitedly, to press it in and winkle out that first divot of black jelly, and, and


— AND THEN THE CAGE WOULD COME DOWN… the cage with the japanese fighting spiders inside. And then she would strike a match off her forearm and tell you to go dance in the front room for money.

On this note

There is something about yourself that you don't know.

Something that you will deny even exists until it's too late to do anything about it.

It's the only reason you get up in the morning, the only reason you suffer the ****** boss, the blood, the sweat and the tears. This is because you want people to know how good, attractive, generous, funny, wild and clever you really are.

"Fear or revere me, but please think I'm special."

We share an addiction. We're approval junkies. We're all in it for the slap on the back and the gold watch. The "hip, hip, hoo-*******-rah." Look at the clever boy with the badge, polishing his trophy. Shine on, you crazy diamond.

Cos we're just monkeys wrapped in suits, begging for the approval of others.