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I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by Cable,
Fattened resigned khakied, schlepping themselves through suburban streets at
dusk looking for fat-free chips,
ballcap-headed yuppies simmering for the latest earthly connection to the 98
Channels in the remote-controlled machinery of night,
who comfortably-incomed and GAP-clad and plump-eyed and low, sunk down
lounging in the hypno-box glow of temperature-controlled condos farting into
cushioned sofas contemplating E!
Jim Sosnicky
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