Watching the mutually assured destruction of two mannequins. Built from plastic and pop culture. Traditional scripts shouted in their ears so long, their eyes have become ivory. Watching from the future as their mouths move listlessly over words spoken one hundred thousand million times. Immediately after, she's texting her lover, while he ruts away mindlessly from behind. Congratulations on entering into a social contract that was void and defaulted from inception. The second-hand-living ,of being lived-through by the Dumbest Generation of Narcissists Ever. What a magnificent waste. And shame.
9:50 a.m. - 2019-10-16
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