People abuse you everyday. They butt into your life, take a cheap shot at you and then disappear. They leer at you from tall buildings and make you feel small. They make flippant comments from buses that imply you’re not sexy enough and that all the fun is happening somewhere else. They’re on TV making your girlfriend feel inadequate. They have access to the most sophisticated technology the world has ever seen and they bully you with it. They are the advertisers and they are laughing at you.
However you are forbidden to touch them. Trademarks, intellectual property rights and copyright law mean advertisers can say whatever they like wherever they like with impunity.
Screw that. Any advert in public space that gives you no choice whether you see it or not is yours. It’s yours to take, re-arrange and re-use. You can do whatever you like with it. Asking for permission is like asking to keep the rock someone just threw at your head.
You owe the companies nothing. You especially don’t owe them any courtesy. They have re-arranged the world to put themselves in front of you. They never asked for your permission, don’t even start asking for theirs.
This. I absolutely love this - the media’s control is ridiculous and disgusting. He completely sums it up.
Driving over 300 miles to see me because you missed me was not logical - of course I was confused! You telling me you loved me was the best thing I’ve ever heard you say. By far.
What the E46? Well you’re correct in the materialistic side of things. But it will never just be a car to me, it’s opportunity, it’s freedom, it’s art. It’s the kind of car that will stand the test of time, that’ll always turn my head in fascination. It’s symbolic of summers spent covered in oil, sitting next to my dad desperately trying to take all of it in. Asking a thousand questions, because I just needed to know everything about her. The E46 was the first car that got my heart racing. I spent hours reading all the manuals, learning the history, piecing together what makes her the most beautiful machine to grace the planet. It’s the purr of the engine, the flow of the body, the stare. It’s got such a unique look, they’re always so graceful and sophisticated yet cheeky, fun and sexy all rolled in to one. She’s got such a look of sheer temptation. I’ll never be able to put in words exactly what she means to me, but when I get my own I’ll treasure her like no other. I’d rather spend hours in a garage learning about her than anything else. The E46 is the meaning of passion to me, and she’ll always be the one.