You’re boring me to death. And I’m already dead. You’re boring me back to death.
I see all this potential, and I see it squandered. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables – slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don’t need. We’re the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We’ve all been raised on television to believe that one day we’d all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won’t. We’re slowly learning that fact. And we’re very, very pissed off.
Listen, smile, agree, and then do whatever the fuck you were gonna do anyway.
It reminds me of how some parents are like when they drop their kids off in school on the first day.
3 weeks ago
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