Resenting existence seems befitting of those that are known for quitting project, spitting venom in half-rendered and changing dialects, pasts helped to shape but don't matter are reflected in the jumbled minds of these disappointed and dejected souls. 
Fancy yourself an intellectual? So did I, until I realized that society's left me a highly functioning vegetable. Girls ain't of quality anymore so I ain't even wanna pick the flowers in this garden. Just hangin' around tasteless amd faceless. Call me celery.