The generational light bulb is doused once again. Acknowledgment of received wisdom is tantamount to Giving in to The Man.
Parents are no longer puzzled over the withered impetus of their progeny...
Squandered potential... again...
Lemmings leap without considering future’s fate...
Whatever.
Not the bulb. Not even the moth or the bug spray. But the whole rotting gestalt.
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