“Are you sorry we drifted apart? Does your memory stray… to a brighter summer day?”
The perilous search for identity in an ever-changing world seems to define the adolescent experience. Yet coupled with this ephemeral sense of youth is indescribable moments that linger in one’s mind for years. For me this was the rusted goal post, missing its net, quietly wobbling in the wind as I played soccer with friends. The impressions on my forehead I’d get from constantly falling asleep…
American Exceptionalism is dead.
Its body left to rot in an alleyway, flies joyfully feasting on its festering organs boiling in the heat, steam from the nearby factory cooking it to medium rare, as directionless youth plunder a dumpster for half-eaten wings.
Its body thrown over a bridge, slowly free-falling in the air and landing ungracefully in the contaminated water, floating next to the youth that gleefully swim around looking for an escape.
Its throat slashed in a bar fight,…
Calling this a comedy special is the most ironic and tragic thing imaginable
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pon·tif·i·cate
verb
express one's opinions in a way considered annoyingly pompous and dogmatic.
“Holy fuck why does Adam McKay insist on pontificating about society in the most obnoxious and hypocritical way possible?”
PLEASE NO MORE TIMMY 4
