[BACKGROUND] i am sick of myspace. i suppose if i actually knew what facebook and friendster were, i'd be sick of them, too. this community came out of the blue and in truth, has done nothing good unless promoting stalking and assisting old men in finding their prey is good (don't be fresh. it's not).
i don't want to be referred to as "the myspace generation." i don't belong (2006).
[PURPOSE] to write a new name for myspace (preferrably with negative connotations), and this name is not blogging, nor a website. contrary to popular belief, it's not your space at all. it's not your site, it's tom's; AKA your puppet master (and he's kind of a scary god-like presence).
[CONNIE, SHUT UP ALREADY] i actually did a project on myspace with a few friends for art class (that's irrelevant). we created the religion of "T0MMuN1ZM!!111! ♥" (except we wrote out and said aloud "ampersand hearts semi-colon"). only one of our members actually had and was fully addicted to myspace. i did it as a mockery of myspace, and the three others went along. got to love sheep.
"MYSPACECRAP"
in the beginning, there was tom (a soon-to-be thirty-year-old man with a bad haircut who inflicted an incurable plague upon society). tom said, "let there be shit," and there was shit.
