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Dear FutureBlahBlog,
2242-07-13
Today I saw a poster that made me angry. It was an advertisement that featured a model of perfection. Or someone's subjective idea of perfection. That's what got us in this whole mess. People wanting to 'improve' their lives by 'improving' their cosmetic genetic structure, risking the future of the human species by their unnatural unstable gene tampering, all in the shallow vane pursuit of 'purity of beauty'. That's why we outlawed physical likeness' just as the ancient Moors had. Of course laws were pushed and pulled and now there are 'artistic' representations. Like the poster sketch of unobtainable form forming desire for a product that everyone already uses. Why perpetuate misery without? They create a need, thus this artificial desire forces motivation to work in order to get the means to afford and perpetuate a life of wanting. Sometimes I feel like I'm in an old-fashioned hamster wheel with a carrot dangling in front of me. Instead of a generator of satisfaction connected to the axle there's a general of consumerism whipping society on, narrowing the blinders and tightening the noose once again. Maybe this is just stoner talk, or maybe I see history repeating itself. History is mostly made of strife. People have become too complacent and are letting it creep back in. But it doesn't need to be like that. We must keep the psyche free from itself and grounded in reality. Nazi media terrorists are hearding and designing our collective consciousness, optimism and species!

Dear ActionFashion Diary,
2002-07-13
I'm not sure if being a super duper model by day and a globe hot-to-trotting spy by night are really working for me. This one time I was almost sure that one of the lecherous crooks recognized my true identity despite the context of our precarious battle involving his Diamonife-Lazerobot at the garish extravaganza reopening of Titanium Tiffanie's Jewelry. Good thing I kicked his ass sideways, up and down 5th Avenue so hard that when he comes to in jail he won't be able to remember our breakfast. Maybe I should not have my beautiful face covering every available advertising surface. But then who's ugly mug would they uslessly try to measure up to me? I guess I shouldn't be so selfish and keep my glory stifled. Just like it's my duty to save the world, so too, I must generously give of my divine diva radiance. 23 can be a rough and tough age for a super duper model. Who cares if the spies recognize me. By that time it will be too late - for them.

Live dangerously.