Hopeful eyes
See the young kid eyes sparkling industrialist work ethic hell bent on self improvement advertising reel shilling the latest in pre-packaged self starting state of the art designer software enabled pseudo-minimalist neo-Luddite hardware gadgetry that your child NEEDS if they're ever going to be a success make the grade earn the promotion or fall in love.
That kid who is supposed to be your kid pint sized every-man prophet poet protagonist philanthropist all American from the all American town with the all American braces and his all American girl with the all American freckles and the all American breasts sporting their all American hopes and chasing their sanitized homogenized pre-packaged user friendly celebrity endorsed test group approved all American dreams.
How do you tell that kid that its all bullshit all the time?
31 flavors 65 channels streaming live on broadband downloaded direct to the same essential easily outdated necessarily transient flippantly obtuse frivolous frippery that any and every all American soul would and should shrivel to dust without.
Can you picture that kid after twenty years chasing the ghosts of his ambition failing falling behind losing the race losing the girl losing the drive and losing his way coming in second to his own idealized expectations?
Can you picture that kid quiet behind the dumpster tied off and nodding off behind your local quickie-mart post mortem purge dribbling down mingling with the rest the latest the last meal vomited across the narrow expanse of his all American t-shirt limbs lividly stiffening in his own filth while the all oblivious all American public wander blithely by and distract themselves with shopping complaining consuming escaping and indulging all the other all American pursuits?
Would it really matter?
Would anyone really notice?
Should they?
That kid who is supposed to be your kid pint sized every-man prophet poet protagonist philanthropist all American from the all American town with the all American braces and his all American girl with the all American freckles and the all American breasts sporting their all American hopes and chasing their sanitized homogenized pre-packaged user friendly celebrity endorsed test group approved all American dreams.
How do you tell that kid that its all bullshit all the time?
31 flavors 65 channels streaming live on broadband downloaded direct to the same essential easily outdated necessarily transient flippantly obtuse frivolous frippery that any and every all American soul would and should shrivel to dust without.
Can you picture that kid after twenty years chasing the ghosts of his ambition failing falling behind losing the race losing the girl losing the drive and losing his way coming in second to his own idealized expectations?
Can you picture that kid quiet behind the dumpster tied off and nodding off behind your local quickie-mart post mortem purge dribbling down mingling with the rest the latest the last meal vomited across the narrow expanse of his all American t-shirt limbs lividly stiffening in his own filth while the all oblivious all American public wander blithely by and distract themselves with shopping complaining consuming escaping and indulging all the other all American pursuits?
Would it really matter?
Would anyone really notice?
Should they?
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