His youth destroyed by responsibility. his revolution is now mindless consumption and vague sadness. his ski mask is beige business casual for a job he hates and will eventually unceremoniously die at. his wings are indiscernible prescription pills for a myriad of ailments that may or may not exist. his salvation is regret. his hope dwindles like a filth ridden snow mound under the stream of dehydrated piss.
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