We’re the graduated students, poorly educated children of the 21st century. We’re the mighty princes of the future, demanding anarchic nothingness. We’re vultures feeding off of yesteryear’s rotten leftovers; leeches drawing blood off our ancestors. We strike a match and it burns swiftly until it scorches our hand. We are men and women too hung-up
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