its a mad world.
i have the misfortune of watching this years convocation, and convocation dinner.
all the girls in their signature satin and jeans because thats whats hip this year, not to mention all those stupid hipster rock clothes.
already they are pairing off, shutting out, trying to look their best.
so youthful, so hopeful.
it makes me want to climb on top of this desk and let off rounds from a high power shotgun and start screaming.
all their hope is a worthless fabrication, made to suit a purpose. cogs in the machine, hipster rock clothes and all.
in the name of success theyll run the country and make the bombs that will kill us all.
soon enough theyll learn that its not worth it and that it never was.
all the girls in their signature satin and jeans because thats whats hip this year, not to mention all those stupid hipster rock clothes.
already they are pairing off, shutting out, trying to look their best.
so youthful, so hopeful.
it makes me want to climb on top of this desk and let off rounds from a high power shotgun and start screaming.
all their hope is a worthless fabrication, made to suit a purpose. cogs in the machine, hipster rock clothes and all.
in the name of success theyll run the country and make the bombs that will kill us all.
soon enough theyll learn that its not worth it and that it never was.