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Tear It Down.



The reason Generation X is forgotten is because we're living in the reality our parents left to us. They believed in an American Dream; one where you had time and money to spend at the mall, being a good consumer. Buy, buy, buy. Wearing labels will help you make friends. Smell like this cologne so that someone will catch a whiff of it and then instantly want to fuck you. Read this magazine to learn how to lose that pesky 10 pounds that you don't actually need to lose. Go to college. Get a good job. Get married, have some kids. Live in a house in the suburbs, and have a mistress who works in your office.

And now, here we are. Tourists of these crumbling edifices where we learned how to be people. But also, where we learned to consume. Get all of your news from Facebook and Twitter. Take on that debt to buy all of the things that you think you need to survive. Then there's the neverending debt from when you got a degree that was rendered useless in one way or another by the Internet. Can't have kids, too expensive. Live in your parent's house in the suburbs until the bank forecloses on it because you can't afford the probate taxes. Lose your job to someone younger and more confident. Show your genitals to people on dating apps.




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