The Meaning of Authenticiy

peachesinthemorning tried to claim in some shitty, half-deep poetry that the universe is “cream” when you take the average of all of the colors hues in existance. Not too sure about that one, buddy. It’s brown. Everyone knows that when you mix all of the colors you get brown. And if it’s not brown it’s probably black, because there is an overwhelming amount of dark sky compared to “planet.”

Brown is the color of shit. I wonder if that holds meaning too. Shit: the stuff that comes out of my dog’s anus. Wow. Now I’m getting it.

I know and respect people who are really into poetry but it is hard for me to get into. It feels like every modern poet is trying to go viral on TikTok. At least the young ones.

TikTok has completely crowded out anything “alternative.” Everyone who dresses alternative now just enjoys fashion. It doesn’t matter if you listen to grunge. It doesn’t matter if you smoke at parties. It doesn’t matter if you gave yourself a nose piercing. You just like fashion. Nothing about you is original or unique.

The real alternative people are off social media and have been for years. Those minds are completely free of pollution from outside influence and peer pressure. No matter how hard you scroll, you’ll never find the people who really don’t give a fuck. 

I’ve been mad about this since middle school, when I got bullied by a 300lb transgender FTM who would steal his stepmom’s vibrator. That is when I started to question the true worth (and meaning) of authenticity.