The Artist

It's just that I think

that the poetry of our

generation has to

ultimately concern

the absurdity of

individualism

and the profundity

of absurdity and

the reality of

profundity, and such.

We live in an HD,

definitionally-

biased world for the sake

of some corporations

or some things, so we have

more things to ridicule

and being ridiculed

than ever before, but

the artist rides in from

the sunset, because s/he

(it has long hair) just woke

up, inevitably

****s something up, and leaves

our generation bound

to do

the same.

We'll just keep failing and

failing until one day...

some day... everybody

fails at once! And with that

out of the way, we can

start to decide what we

want to do with our lives.

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