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Pssssst! Hey, You, Yes... YOUR Generation (whichever that may be).
Are you looking for:
Saccharin love sonnets?
Maudlin two-line musings?
Droning co-opted hip hop lyrics?
-You won't find that here.
Do you desire:
Trite overbaked sentiment?
Foolish masturbatory banter?
Inscrutable word salad?
-You won't find that here.
What you WILL find here is an epitaph, of sorts, laced with:
Dark humor.
Snide observations.
Stark realism.
Morbid landscapes.
Gamblers and junkies.
Punks and thugs.
An epitaph for MY forgotten generation-Generation Jones-who:
Relishes obscure banalities.
Prefers pencil on paper.
Revels in audacious irony.
Eschews "the good old days."
It's no longer time for any of these things.
It's simply:
Time for my Generation to Die.
Are you looking for:
Saccharin love sonnets?
Maudlin two-line musings?
Droning co-opted hip hop lyrics?
-You won't find that here.
Do you desire:
Trite overbaked sentiment?
Foolish masturbatory banter?
Inscrutable word salad?
-You won't find that here.
What you WILL find here is an epitaph, of sorts, laced with:
Dark humor.
Snide observations.
Stark realism.
Morbid landscapes.
Gamblers and junkies.
Punks and thugs.
An epitaph for MY forgotten generation-Generation Jones-who:
Relishes obscure banalities.
Prefers pencil on paper.
Revels in audacious irony.
Eschews "the good old days."
It's no longer time for any of these things.
It's simply:
Time for my Generation to Die.