chopper, sic balls!

dress up!of the fields of human mastery, martial prowess, sexual prowess, political acumen, superior intelligence, unrivaled beauty, exists the farce of human artistry known as being a hipster. me as art is as vacant as what is considered art, a histronic endeavor to aggrandize what is not noteworthy. there is no irony, creation or stimulation, just the sad comment that retro, urban or chic is a coked out, fucked out, played out notion of recycling the same ol’ incestous impulses that never really challenged nor provided any definition save that one is a burned out husk of a paper doll with a mentally challenged sense of conformity.

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