I feel responsible for the birth of a star. I dream of defiance, aesthetic perfection, colorless, monotone, black and white.
Leather bound skin on calf skin on human skin.

City oriented mind articulate through dance, through the collage we are wearing. I say fix yourself with XXX before you talk to me.

What’s happened to the youth?

Rebellious free thinkers, authentic individuals turned into picture perfect mannequins aspiring to be factory produced dolls. Copy of a copy of a copy. Broken, corrupted, unoriginal, plastic.

I say rage against it all. Against what?

Fuck all, fuck all, every bit of it. Let all thoughts die in a landfill, most of them don’t belong to you, they were mass produced and inherited.

Come with us, become a Universal Marshall for [censored]. Let’s go mess with suits and ties. Let’s go mess with those that care too much.

Wear your mask. Conceal yourself but never not be you. If you are someone other than you, then get out. If you are a fanatic, then get out. No lies in this unholy land. No treachery, no pretense. If needed die onto your lie. Resurrect and come meet us.

Do not drag the world with you, do not carry your mother and your father and spouse. Do not bring your friends, have the courage to stand alone and fight.

Fight for what is about to end, the right to privacy and agency.
Open casket cities. Repeat politicians. Brainless entertainment. Apocalypse bells, the infamous hum, Baba Venga predictions, AI, repeat.

Youth wants hotness and fame. They used to want to rebel and be a driving force of individuality against all odds. The youth hadn’t been this superficial. This is the last straw. If they don’t see what’s been lost… I am sad to inform you this is it…