Happy Love Go Lucky Joyness

I can't stand the hipster poets. They make me so sick. I liken them and how they write to a rich kid's toy collection. Sure he's got everything (or she), but what's so impressive about that? He didn't get them himself did he? No, they were given to him. Likewise, there is nothing impressive or interesting about these generational writers who use words because they know what they mean. Writers who if they had never gone to college or read a book would have nothing to say. Sure they can impress themselves, but how hard is that really? God forbid anybody dare to not be in. Can they not see that they are what they say they rebel against? I see no difference bewteen the frattiest frat boy and the hippiest hippy or the artiest artist or the rebelliousest rebel. A mob's a mob. So, sure I wear crappy clothes and look like a dork and am so very uncool, but at least I don't look into a mirror to see my identity.
Wednesday, August 7, 2002
01:49 p.m.
by: adam douglas payne