So how you fuckin’ feeling tonight? We’re ( insert name here ) from
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unimportant, and I’m about to mimic some image of a rock and roll
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singer I have under lock and key. Without the faintest hint of irony that
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I’m flashing my pearly whites to sustain my mediocrity. So is everyone
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having a good time tonight? Good, I’m glad (I couldn’t actually care
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less). You guys are the best crowd that we’ve ever seen, seen with
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these old dead eyes. Blind to the stage or even my own lies. So hey
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ho, let’s go. Let’s start this contemptible “rock” show. Blinding lights
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to hide the hand up our ass in this puppet-sock show. Two sewn on
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eyes, repurposed and made new, torn from an aging suit for a sense
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of deja vu. Thumb underbite. I bite my fucking thumb, and hope you
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catch a thread, and slowly come undone. An illusion seldom spoken. An
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understanding between you and I that the ground that you stand on
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is somehow less than mine. An allusion to a broken home, left on the
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street and chilled to the bone. So hey, we still feeling good? Now you
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comprehend our complex relationship ? consumer/consumed. You’re
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just some stupid kid and I’m a megalomaniac. Here comes that tortured
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artist now to sing of his despair. Shedding defenses for an honest
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creation. Placing yourself in the stocks on the strap. You’re disgracing
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your effort by conforming to textbook performance of music to fill in
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the gaps, and it’s bullshit. It’s bullshit. Be honest, this can’t be what you
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wanted, if what you write about means anything to you. Rather than
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pure vanity, people might connect with sincerity. Don’t just pray the next
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generation learns from our mistakes. Let’s not repackage the same old
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performance. Original content is so much more rewarding. I know that
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it might be quite cliche, but if all the world is in fact a stage, then this
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stage?this here goddamn stage?might just be all the world.
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Underbite
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| Protest The Hero |
