it’s a beautiful thing this day and age with bubbling permafrost with drug-resistance with obesity treatments with technological advancements with scientific discoveries with silent wars with blue lava with bleeding glaciers with divorce with sensitivity with my generation of people believing this new generation is completely and utterly clueless as a common occurrence
but let’s think about what these kids are into nowadays.
let’s think about who invented these inane things for the kids.
my generation of people.
so the kids of today are the ones who are ****** for liking the things that we’ve created?
I’m sorry but we have to be the ones who are obtuse for believing such things, oblivious for not realizing them and showing the world we have little or no imagination anymore.
the generation before us has lied to us and thought us to lie to the generation after.
whether it’s the gods or holidays or what not.
the youth of the today are autonomous. they can not take responsibility for their actions nor do they understand and just go along with the trends, much like, all the generations before them but we need a scapegoat to cover up our own farce implementations.
the truth of the matter is.. we’re all a little vacuous in our own way especially the ones with an answer for everything. living in an imperfect world where there’s always room for improvement nothing for us or against us wrapped up in our congratulatory self-contradictory and illogical theories and as useless as exploding appendix.
the lost generation the interbellum generation the silent generation the baby boomers generation x the millennials
a strong admixture of imbecility and self-assurance filled with belief and unawareness to a senseless world
like hate like blame like gossip like jealousy like being offended like being impressive like the punk rock dream like hospital waiting rooms like fundraisers and charity events like your co-worker to the right and the left of you and their families and their families before them
Next time you talk to me Take a second glance Dig a little deeper Don’t just graze over my features And conform to the other superficials Look me in the eyes Peer into my soul What you find won't be a surprise Your eyes will fall upon the many fragments that comprise of me The many fragments that I have stolen from others Pieces of personalities that I have adopted as my own For I have stripped myself of my individuality And to most that is a incomprehensible thought Why would one do such a horrible thing to themselves? Why would one take the time to deconstruct themself Pick apart every piece of their being And will every part of them to be something they’re not? Why darling, I’ve done it for you
I invest too many hours creating scenes with words bigger than my imagination. Articulating a grand scheme of vividly painted phrases sculpting the workings of a surreal scenario. Practicing pristine implementation of descriptive speech for God-like abilities to plant emotion. Patiently calculating the steps from beginning to eternity; from birth to infinity.
The deconstruction and reconstruction, razing and elevating, of rewrites cycle through an incessant reel. Connecting bits of frames with no correlation and binding their frayed edges to author an insatiable, perfectly disorganized, cinema streaming through cracks of my consciousness. Hinting at the exception; drawing my attention from the tangible existence before me.