validation

as they seek validation in your eyes it's like some kind of prize in this mindless forum of deliverance and it's all business as the clock shows indifference from the sounds of trucks backing up to a feigned interest in the World Cup it's a fist bumping charade of near tolerance and while the diaphragm of society culture and humanity isn't lost on me I begin to voluntarily ingest all the filth and propensity for failure that anyone could possibly stand and my misanthropic tendencies are pushing me face first into the soil of decay and it doesn't seem like a resting place in any way