archaic raze who wants to be hip, "with it", or of-the-moment? fuck that shit. i'd rather be a dinosaur. i'll eat hipsters for lunch and use one of their femurs for a toothpick. goddamn hipster gristle, always getting stuck between the incisors. then i'll bang out a letter to one of my surly dinosaur friends on my old manual typewriter, telling them all about my latest adventure, and have it delivered via singing telegram. never mind the redundancy of using one form of communication simply to announce the arrival of another...us dinosaurs don't bother worrying about things like that. we're too busy looking for our next meal. 130211 what's it to you? who go blather from