We are the Google cowboy generation.
The knowledge trippers who fill their profiles with quotes and seem bent on a silent televised revolution. That’s me. One of them poor suckers. The problem in itself, aside the actual NON issue, is self importance. A basic need for love and adoration. We are a not cats you and I. We are like puppy dogs. A slobbering, attention-whore generation of puppy dogs, that acts on a strictly don’t need to know basis. I need you to know I’m here though. (Playing with my squeaky toy) I need you to know that I’m alive and that I had an opinion. (Remember, I can hear everything you're saying.) Because I’m so fucking cool and you’re missing out on me. Missing out on all this. A book of a million beautiful faces that want nothing more but to be alive and be sexy and wanted and respected and feared and valued and alone and lonely and remembered and adored ...
God, I want to hug you. I want you to hug me. I always have. I love you, the way I love myself, the way I want you all to love each other. Online. (Give me a break you cock sucker)
I’m pretending to be the Nelson Mandela of the Internet. You are pretending to be the Luther King.
"Drunk at the matinee" is a collection of candid poetry about stupid shit that we all experience from day to day.
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