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half of the teenagers I know make art, and songs, and poetry just to lash back at the things they don’t like in the world complaining about their friends, or rebelling against their parents, or crying about how unfair everything is and the stupid ones, the really stupid ones, call someone out in their work but it’s not just the idiots. the geniuses, the logicians, the thinkers, the wise-childs, the high-school cool kids, the suicidal geeks, the god- driven outcasts, the losers too fat or too weird to hang out with the “normals” anyone. anyone, who makes any sort of art, has done it. and they feel stupid, really, really, stupid when the person finds out and the **** hits the fan and everybody is on everybody’s side and nobody’s evil while everybody’s the bad guy and it’s funny if you’re lucky enough to be outside of it all so just like every stupid habit of man (like love, and hope, and destiny) we cling and repeat, and rinse and redo, and keep writing poems about people we hate without saying their name and instead, screaming it I grin at those who get this
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 5:26 PM UTC
the great call-out
half of the teenagers I know make art, and songs, and poetry just to lash back at the things they don’t like in the world complaining about their friends, or rebelling against their parents, or crying about how unfair everything is and the stupid ones, the really stupid ones, call someone out in their work but it’s not just the idiots. the geniuses, the logicians, the thinkers, the wise-childs, the high-school cool kids, the suicidal geeks, the god- driven outcasts, the losers too fat or too weird to hang out with the “normals” anyone. anyone, who makes any sort of art, has done it. and they feel stupid, really, really, stupid when the person finds out and the **** hits the fan and everybody is on everybody’s side and nobody’s evil while everybody’s the bad guy and it’s funny if you’re lucky enough to be outside of it all so just like every stupid habit of man (like love, and hope, and destiny) we cling and repeat, and rinse and redo, and keep writing poems about people we hate without saying their name and instead, screaming it I grin at those who get this
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Feb 3, 2011
Feb 3, 2011 at 5:26 PM UTC
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