darkwall
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There is a person in my year that is probably the most pretentious idiot I have ever seen. His hair looks like it was randomly glued to his head, his clothes might have belonged to a nineteenth century gigalo and he ******* leans or sprawls or does stuff with his hands to make you realise he is not merely a usual person sitting down. If you ask him what bands he's into, he tells you that you wouldn't have heard of them and that they're his friends' bands.
He thinks he is an artist. He is the coolest person he knows. He copies and pastes. He says nothing, because it makes him look interesting - if he does speak, he drawls like a drug-abuser from some movie in his head (a look he consciously cultivates). He is as vacuous as the music of the unsigned bands he adopts. IT IS AN EFFECT. What you are seeing is a surface, one that is ultimately impenetrable even to the harshest words. What we have learned is that if you glitter enough, substance is meaningless.
I read this online:
"[Eric and I] talked and talked about how much we hate lame people and pretty much all people. we both hate societies hold on people. it's almost as if we are so far above all that nonsense that we don't understand other peoples need to follow societies orders. and rules. and religion. UGH. we came to the conclusion that it's actually harder to be ABOVE all the bullshit because there's very few people there. and on Friday night Eric said something like, "we're lucky to have at LEAST found eachother at this point." and I thought that was cute, and pretty much dead on because noone really sees things like we do. we basically agree on every aspect of life and like digging deeper to mystical or deep things. not just THE OBVIOUS boring thing."
What makes this girl a nonconformist? Why, she’s a "size 0 New York blonde" who buys cocaine with her parents’ money. IT IS AN EFFECT. Starving for ideas, she instead settles for the images of ideas instead - ones that are not "boring" or "obvious". She is the epitome of everything I hate: morally indigent, intellectually shallow, and snidely misanthropic. She could have been talking to the guy from my university - they don't converse but use buzzwords (religion isn't cool but mysticism is, even though they amount to the same thing).
How could you talk to them about Dostoyevsky when they'd dismiss you with a cultivated eyebrow and call you a product of the system? How could you talk to them about the conditions of existence without them losing the sheen of their buzzword patois? How could you ever expose the cant of their elitist bullshit to them without giving them a chance to walk away from you? You don't "know" them. You don't "understand" them. You "envy" them. It's a flaw so perfect that they'll never see it for what it is, and neither will we unless by good fortune. These two ridiculous specimens, without a drop of authenticity in their veins, are the poster children of our time. Edward Albee recited the Dies Irae to his generation: we'll have to bury ours twelve feet deep.
He thinks he is an artist. He is the coolest person he knows. He copies and pastes. He says nothing, because it makes him look interesting - if he does speak, he drawls like a drug-abuser from some movie in his head (a look he consciously cultivates). He is as vacuous as the music of the unsigned bands he adopts. IT IS AN EFFECT. What you are seeing is a surface, one that is ultimately impenetrable even to the harshest words. What we have learned is that if you glitter enough, substance is meaningless.
I read this online:
"[Eric and I] talked and talked about how much we hate lame people and pretty much all people. we both hate societies hold on people. it's almost as if we are so far above all that nonsense that we don't understand other peoples need to follow societies orders. and rules. and religion. UGH. we came to the conclusion that it's actually harder to be ABOVE all the bullshit because there's very few people there. and on Friday night Eric said something like, "we're lucky to have at LEAST found eachother at this point." and I thought that was cute, and pretty much dead on because noone really sees things like we do. we basically agree on every aspect of life and like digging deeper to mystical or deep things. not just THE OBVIOUS boring thing."
What makes this girl a nonconformist? Why, she’s a "size 0 New York blonde" who buys cocaine with her parents’ money. IT IS AN EFFECT. Starving for ideas, she instead settles for the images of ideas instead - ones that are not "boring" or "obvious". She is the epitome of everything I hate: morally indigent, intellectually shallow, and snidely misanthropic. She could have been talking to the guy from my university - they don't converse but use buzzwords (religion isn't cool but mysticism is, even though they amount to the same thing).
How could you talk to them about Dostoyevsky when they'd dismiss you with a cultivated eyebrow and call you a product of the system? How could you talk to them about the conditions of existence without them losing the sheen of their buzzword patois? How could you ever expose the cant of their elitist bullshit to them without giving them a chance to walk away from you? You don't "know" them. You don't "understand" them. You "envy" them. It's a flaw so perfect that they'll never see it for what it is, and neither will we unless by good fortune. These two ridiculous specimens, without a drop of authenticity in their veins, are the poster children of our time. Edward Albee recited the Dies Irae to his generation: we'll have to bury ours twelve feet deep.
