I am an echo of what humanity should be. A festering scab on the face of Mother Earth which grows and consumes with each passing day. I am contagious, a faceless statistic. I am what my grandparents fought against. I am a social misfit with a chip on my shoulder. I am a consumer and an abuser of my temple. I am against everything and for nothing.
I am the taste of a new generation.
Scold me, I care not. Fuck your pompous facts of a godless book. Fuck your social stigmata, bleeding from your eyes like some sort of martyr. Fuck your designer car, your designer cat, your designer haircut. Fuck your face.
But most of all, fuck you.
Brought to you by the letter F and the number 4.
