Dear Elitist Hipster--You are painfully cool. Your rose-tinted self perception is glowing in the nonconformist dark. You grind your neon teeth with thoughts of mainstream. You review and condemn and glorify music, movies, arts, people, people, people, especially people. You walk to class, shrugging your shoulders of your fellow collegiate streetwalkers: unworthy, illegit individuals who don't possess a goddamn artistic taste bud. You don't believe anyone can reach your level, even your fools of friends. You think you're funny, a good writer, and ironic. And you are, believe me, you are. Thank you for bestowing upon us your oxymoronic-flavored judgement. It tastes good.
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But what have you done?
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You haven't done any good.
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And you're not going to change the world.
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So how about you stop spitting on the creation those individuals have composed, and start chewing on your own golden tongue? Stop accessorizing your judgement with Ray-Banned sighs.
Only then will your mind truly romp with the mind of God. Only then will you suck on the pap of life, gulping down the incomparable milk of wonder.
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