Our heroes are dead.
Revolutionaries are no more.
We want or be some else.
We don’t want to do or to achieve.
We “deserve”.
We have conformity and Wal-Mart.
And McDonalds.
And Starbucks.
We sold our soul for comfort.
We want to be heroes without.
Achieving or sacrificing anything.
We want.
We deserve.
We do not earn.
The only revolution we perform is when our order is not correct.
We would rise in rebellion against the waiter.
We would rebel against anything that would take comfort away.
Let’s be entertained until we are numb.
Let’s achieve oblivion through the conformity of bliss.
