America, the beautiful. America, the great. America, the land of opportunity and hate. 2005 and despite a nation wide with geographic wonder, with enough untold stories to fill every valley, river bed and gutter, this land produces offspring with egg-shell frames and dust coated hearts. We are a culture breeding market geniuses and talk show analyst experts. Look, down in the fucking pits, arms and legs slapping together in orgasmic grunts to procreate more and more creatures of hate. Douche bags. Hipsters. The same name for so many faces. Neil Young was wrong. Rock is dead, all pathetic attempts to revive the corpse are depressing. To hear neo new-wave perverts try find common ground between Morrisey and Robert Smith is simply a slap in the face. Frat boys, asshole rich kids, and daddy's girls. When did poor become cool? When did the word 'hipster' become popular to be and so popular to not? We're all a little bit of what we hate, running to build hives we will never see.
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