Formula. Conformula! There is no newfoundland. A footprint in the snow can be covered - tread obscured - but it existed nonetheless. A Derridean paranoia of the flawed concept of individualism, omnipresent. To have image is to be trend. To set trend is to clamour for reassurance. Tribe functions only as tribe. Mutiny, revolution; an overthrowing of old structures to impose neglected but non-forgotten methods. History repeats itself as farce. Critics champion the musical reverberations of their own youth. What goes around does not come around, it is exhumed. The genre resurgence, though passive, requires the action of another : though the baton be carried by bright young things, it is passed by not cool possessors of dusty blazer pockets full of VAT receipts. Oh whatever. How easy to bemoan in a mirrored tone. Day old bread.
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self-indulgent garbage quasi-prose has never been more specific.
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