Friday, July 17

to the conveyor belt generation

You aren't as "non-conformist" or "unique" as you think you are
In reality, you are actually just following another scene - in which everybody is the same. So much for individuality, fgts.

Say Anything - Admit It
"Despite your pseudo-bohemian appearance
And vaguely leftist doctrine of beliefs;
You know nothing about art or sex
That you couldn't read in any trendy New York underground fashion magazine
Prototypical non-conformist; You are a vacuous soldier of the thrift store Gestapo
You adhere to a set of standards and tastes
That appear to be determined by an unseen panel of hipster judges
Giving a thumbs up or thumbs down to incoming and outgoing trends and styles of music and art
Go analog baby, you're so post-modern
You're diving face forward into a antiquated path
It's disgusting, its offensive don't stick your nose up at me

You spend your time sitting in circles with your friends
Pontificating to each other forever competing for that one moment of self aggrandizing glory,
In which you hog the intellectual spotlight
Holding dominion over the entire shallow pointless conversation
Oh we're not worthy
When you walk by a group of quote unquote normal people
You chuckle to yourself patting yourself on the back as you scoff
With the same superiority complex
Shared by the high school jocks who made your life a living hell
And makes you a slave to the competitive capitalist dogma
You spend every moment of your waking life bitching about"

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