The American Caliban (substitute) wrote,
The American Caliban
substitute

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howl (slight return)

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by marketing, whining hypocritical baked, driving themselves through suburban streets at lunch looking for angry fries, blackglasses hipsters moping for the newest beeping connection to the media death star in the machinery of night, who privilege and misery and hollow-eyed high sat up smoking in the supernatural glow of high-speed internet buying every new dead idea contemplating not
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