THE FEAR OF NORMALITY THE FEAR OF APATHY THE FEAR OF ORDINARY THE FEAR OF BORING THE FEAR OF REPLACEABLE THE FEAR OF SAMENESS THE FEAR OF CLICHE THE FEAR OF BANALITY THE FEAR OF COMMON THE FEAR OF DULL THE FEAR OF SHALLOWNESS THE FEAR OF TRITENESS THE FEAR OF VAPID THE FEAR OF UNORIGINAL THE FEAR OF INSIPID THE FEAR OF PRETENTIOUS THE FEAR IN UNINSPIRING THE FEAR OF TRIVIAL THE FEAR OF AVERAGE
For an excessively passive person I'm easily annoyed, easily appalled. People are so stupid, vapid, mediocre and you know its true so you try to be deep and meaningful, dramatic to justify how absolutely and inevitably pathetic you are.
It seems contradictory to be passive and easily annoyed, but when your actions are always passive, your thoughts make up for apparent tolerance. That's my theory anyways, or maybe I'm just a *****. Lol.
She sprays her hair a lot Doesn’t care about the climate She says it keeps her looking hot And she doesn’t even need to diet. She drives to school driving Her daddy’s fancy gift car. She goes happily because That’s where cute boys are.
She’s the Great American Co-ed And intelligence is not important. Someone saying ‘no’ to her are Words she finds most discordant. She only likes to hear ‘yes dear’ For her life to being going fine. Everyone just has to understand And then they must toe the line.
She’s a grade C student Because she doesn’t like books. But, she has no trouble With boys because of her looks. She is a willing target as well; She likes any guy in pants. Maybe even a rich guy who Will buy her expensive implants.
She knows she will be The most popular girl around If she can just get her blog Going strong and off the ground. She has lots of cool photos Of her in her bikini bathing suit. She also has her phone number And her measurements to boot.
She’s the Great American Co-ed And daddy has paid for University. She is afraid she might not get in Due to the law about racial diversity But she is sure her daddy will Call in some markers owed by friends. He’s done it before and she bets He’ll gladly do it one more time again.
Oh honey, you'll be fine divine and holding out hope an angel with no god, no home. Oh babe your ignorance looks so good on you stay steeped in wholesome lies safe from dreadful truth. Oh sweetheart, your dumb ******* head is so perfect, so rottenly pure, its mawkish scent brings me to my knees.
Vapid people dribbling vapid shxt. A society of ****-eyed, drunken infants debating politics memorised from Fox News.
We, the awakened, plastering social media with doll-faced mannequins captioned with some Eastern Philosophy we read in Cosmo, enhanced with a filter titled "Who The **** Is Lao Tzu?" Comments read: goals af. (Insert emoji here)
And praise the Indigo Children! It's a true gift indeed to talk about activism until blue in the face. My, what a spiritual hue, are you. Are you?
A generation of craft makers, weaving their way through the alcoholic labyrinth, drawing the Hungover Man from a Rider Waite tarot deck, for another episode of Dull and Duller next weekend.