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The Subtle Art of Pretending to Protest


As protestors flock into Washington DC for tomorrow’s (October 4, 2018) much larger protest than last week and the entire country believes headlines and what they see in photos with #hashtags, you probably should know the truth 👁behind what September 27th, 2018 was really like.

DC Protests are a likers paradise, a lurkers play pin, and an internet troll’s live dream post stream.

She was the E and I was the S, the last S in the word ABUSERS. On a true humid demon mosquito filled night in the south, I found myself in front of the White House with ‘peaceful’ protesters called the Kremlin Annex; they refer to Trump as Putin’s assistant. They had been protesting for 72 days straight. Each night a very dedicated group of what appeared to be seniors in lime vests holds up happily lit letters with a new word or phrase and a really cool smooth criminally guy sings in a mic while the letter holders do the wave. From “Cover Up” to “Perjury” to “Call In FBI.” With a mere 900 followers on Facebook and in a time of demmies and flatulators and #hashtags, it’s odd that no one really knows about the Kremlin Annex. They dance in front of White House every night for phucks sake. I showed up on the full moon’s eve of the word “Abusers.” KEEP READING👀

DEAR LAWD🙏🏾

THOUGHTS BECOME THINGS

The Last is Everything. Remember it.

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The last. There is a last to everything. There’s a last moment to a day, to an hour, to a minute. There is a last encounter you will have with everyone you meet and a last chance you will have to do what you want to do. There is a last breath you will take, a last memory you will have when you were young, a last feeling of what love felt like, and a last time.

Nothing waits for you but the last. KEEP READING👀

Take a bat to the Benz. Remember me when I’m no longer @

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The only person that will truly show up for you in life is yourself. 6 and 6 is when I show up for myself, sunrise and sunset. I haven’t seen the sunrise in the past month. Why? Because I’ve been on Instagram. After writing Getting to Know Someone, without Getting to Know Someone, something happened… I remembered why I had started The Last Generation. I didn’t want someone to get to know me without getting to know me. If instagram is the new form of a home address, then the thing is, I don’t want anyone knowing where I live.

Will you remember who I am when I’m no longer @ ? I hope not, remember me for me.

I did, it’s true. I took a bat to my Benz.

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Dream Friend.

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millennial, fake friends, relationships, Dream Friend, The Last Generation - thelastgen.con, thelastgen, mel blanchard gong

Can you be homesick for a place or person you’ve never met? I feel homesick all the time.

We dream. We dream about our dream unjob, a dream home (or apartment cause that’s what us TLG’ers are stuck with), that dream car, the dream wedding, the dream instagramable destination, our dream ultimate self (or at least our dream of how we appear on social media), and our dream love, but does one ever dream about their dream friend? Other people are everything and you are what you think not only of yourself, but what you think of others.

Who do you turn to when you get ghosted by that guy you met by the swipe of your finger? Who do you turn to on holidays when your family isn’t so good? Who do you turn to when your heart gets broken or your rent controlled apartment balcony collapses? You turn to your friends.

If you could have a dream friend, who would that be? What would you do together? What would silence feel like when there was no sound? How would this person support that missing piece… you know that thing you’re homesick for even if you’ve never seen it, or been there, or truly felt it.

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Ho Ho Ho! There are 3 Types of Christmas Ho’s! Which are you?

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The Last Generation, millennials, culture, mean girls, Mel Blanchard Gong, The Three Ho's of Xmas, christmas tree, tradition, shallow, tinsel, basic bitch, stripper, milk and cookies, naughty or nice, slut, like, followers, selfie

You can tell a lot about a Ho by her Christmas tree. From black angels up-top to Pottery Barn down below, there are three types of Christmas Ho’s.

Note: Don’t get a Christmas Ho twiest with a Tinder Hoe. Tres diferente!

Disclaimer: If you don’t identify with the Three Ho’s of Christmas, then you simply aren’t a ho. Nice job!👍🏾Maybe…

Other Note: Ho’s can me a combination of Ho’s and men can be Ho’s too.

#HoToo

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