God 1.0 was obselete, so there was God 2.0. God 2.0 was perfect, but not complete. I feel like it's a time of change. A time of making resolutions and revelations[explanations later? Perhaps!]. And to make that much more ridiculous sounding, I decided to update my sitDiary layout with the same theme of fashionable fascism. But with 90% less fascism this time, and more on the beauty of fashion, to accompany the shallow depth of my cavity fillings, drilling Wholes into Pieces. But really, this whole fashionable fascism deal I've come up with recently. Well, I have this love for words--anagrams, neologisms, even simple phrases--and with such a simplistic idea, I decided to mix the idea of art and dictatorship together. Sometimes I feel like I try to fight oppression, by destroying certain idealogies in my world of art. But only to rebuild them of course. But I mean...by my standards of logic. And with that, one of my more devious masks are exposed. And this is what I think of when I think of fashionable fascism. The oxyMoron. xIdictate the dictators-- I am always, infinity.0 [We're still fixing the bugs] Me, frivolous? Are you kiddin'! [Ooh yeah, and now that it's down, I'm still hoping I can find the time in my life to reach the point of one of my short stories where a character declares that The Evolution of God is the Apocolypse. Damn, I really should start back on that story] background and pictures, courtesy of Heavyred