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When did they figure out what everyone wanted? Seems there's a store everywhere catering to every subculture out there. You've got your store for indie kids, and hardcore kids, and punk kids, metal kids, rich kids. Everyone's got their place to shop, to buy exactly what they want. They've found a way to capitalize on our differences, especially those who want to be on the fringes. They've created admissible images for everyone. Everyone has been trained to dismiss anyone outside of those boundaries as childish, juvenile, immature. They played up the same looks and the same styles so long that what was once done out of disgust with homogeny h

So I'm sitting here, at one in the morning, freezing my ass off typing up my songs. I realized I haven't ever posted something here so here I go. Been having some really fucked up dreams, very intense, realistic, haunting dreams. They stay with me after I wake up, but not like they ought to. See they feel like memories more than dreams. These things have never happened, I know they haven't, but my mind can't shake it. I feel like I really have experienced these things in my dreams, they feel like a part of me, like they've changed me. It feels like Dark City, where I have someone else's memories injected into my head at night, and I'm stuck t