I've been struck dumb had the taste buds burned out of my mouth. Teeth stained black from all the fucking pop and the forever tasteless: odd futures jada pinkettes millionaires daughters posing as artists. Black mask slogans and party anthems - throw your arms up if you caught the joke in how I can't make it go away but I just want to fucking chip away
at all that's left of some identity I had found once conscious of my surroundings - enough to recognize that shitty haircuts vintage clothing blank generations with masked belonging reaching out to be defined by something at any cost and devoid of meaning... I will stand and fling my shit. sign my name and bear these gifts.