I’m a member of so many 21st counter cultures
Of which there are so many we are rendered meaningless
Wait, that’s not right, let me try again
“I choose to ignore this. Cabin in the Woods” He says, The Ostrich Method, head in the sand
And we’re running out of beer, I’m sobering up,
Or rather it was a sobering moment
Just more ammo for these moralists
“Ohh, you’re a drain on society” – buzzkillers the lot of ‘em
Probably religiouses with their ‘God’ and whatnot
“Thou shalt not get ********* or whatever, I dunno I’ve never read that thing
Meanwhile cook talk is running through my head “I’m pretty sure I’m dying” I tell him
Passive aggressive. ****** Isolated, negative worldview
Defeatism exemplified, the most educated generation ******* in the snow
Ya, I know. We’re entitled but they sold us a false reality
We can’t be anything we want, Jack, that’s a fallacy
“But He’s alright” he tells her. I guess they’d been ******** on men
I wanted no part of it – washed my hands of the whole affair
Focusing instead on scotch and rapidly disappearing ice
Jul 29, 2014
Jul 29, 2014 at 9:19 PM UTC
I’m a member of so many 21st counter cultures
Of which there are so many we are rendered meaningless
Wait, that’s not right, let me try again
“I choose to ignore this. Cabin in the Woods” He says, The Ostrich Method, head in the sand
And we’re running out of beer, I’m sobering up,
Or rather it was a sobering moment
Just more ammo for these moralists
“Ohh, you’re a drain on society” – buzzkillers the lot of ‘em
Probably religiouses with their ‘God’ and whatnot
“Thou shalt not get ********* or whatever, I dunno I’ve never read that thing
Meanwhile cook talk is running through my head “I’m pretty sure I’m dying” I tell him
Passive aggressive. ****** Isolated, negative worldview
Defeatism exemplified, the most educated generation ******* in the snow
Ya, I know. We’re entitled but they sold us a false reality
We can’t be anything we want, Jack, that’s a fallacy
“But He’s alright” he tells her. I guess they’d been ******** on men
I wanted no part of it – washed my hands of the whole affair
Focusing instead on scotch and rapidly disappearing ice
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