Furnace
Ex-Bluelighter
I want to set your cliches on fire.
I want to dismantle your catwalks,
And erect a statue to the average person.
I want to take your thousands of yards of rare fabric,
And I want to build tents for refugees.
I want to take all those animals you kill for fashion,
And put you in a cage with them.
I want to take your heroin chic,
And put it in rehab.
I want to take a chainsaw and
Cut down your unattainable heights of “beauty”.
I want to firebomb a huge gala in the Versace Mansion,
And watch as the fire builds, and see how you all scream
As your plastic drips from your body, and
You witness how quickly no one will come and save you.
I want to see the Fashion Districts of Europe
End up like their war-torn counterparts in WWII.
I want beautiful girls feeling beautiful,
Instead of wondering why not?
I want Kate Moss, Heidi Klum, and Gisele Bundchen in a giant blender
With someone with a glandular problem,
Ready to press down on the ‘puree’ button.
You can never look young and fresh forever, Donatella,
Your jeans and fragrances cannot hide your wrinkles, Calvin,
You can lose weight, Yves, by stapling your stomach,
But you’re all still ugly to me.
Why? Because you ignorantly destroy the self-images
Of people around the world with each line you create.
All in the name of profit.
You claim you're just designers trying to make us feel beautiful...But I 'll tell you this.
We are beautiful. Every one of us.
We don't need your help.
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Look in the mirror today, and remember that you're a beautiful person, who is desirable, and is worthy of attention and praise from others. You are loved. You are passionate. You are perfect.
[ 02 December 2002: Message edited by: Furnace ]
I want to dismantle your catwalks,
And erect a statue to the average person.
I want to take your thousands of yards of rare fabric,
And I want to build tents for refugees.
I want to take all those animals you kill for fashion,
And put you in a cage with them.
I want to take your heroin chic,
And put it in rehab.
I want to take a chainsaw and
Cut down your unattainable heights of “beauty”.
I want to firebomb a huge gala in the Versace Mansion,
And watch as the fire builds, and see how you all scream
As your plastic drips from your body, and
You witness how quickly no one will come and save you.
I want to see the Fashion Districts of Europe
End up like their war-torn counterparts in WWII.
I want beautiful girls feeling beautiful,
Instead of wondering why not?
I want Kate Moss, Heidi Klum, and Gisele Bundchen in a giant blender
With someone with a glandular problem,
Ready to press down on the ‘puree’ button.
You can never look young and fresh forever, Donatella,
Your jeans and fragrances cannot hide your wrinkles, Calvin,
You can lose weight, Yves, by stapling your stomach,
But you’re all still ugly to me.
Why? Because you ignorantly destroy the self-images
Of people around the world with each line you create.
All in the name of profit.
You claim you're just designers trying to make us feel beautiful...But I 'll tell you this.
We are beautiful. Every one of us.
We don't need your help.
--
Look in the mirror today, and remember that you're a beautiful person, who is desirable, and is worthy of attention and praise from others. You are loved. You are passionate. You are perfect.
[ 02 December 2002: Message edited by: Furnace ]
