Well, Dear Leaders of the World,
I refuse to be..
highrised,
diplomaed,
licenced,
inventoried,
registered,
indoctrined,
suburbanized,
sermonized,
beaten,
telemanipulated,
gassed,
booked.
I once read somewhere that the most beautiful sculpture of the world is a paving stone being thrown at a cops head. I like the idea. "You must bear a chaos inside you to give birth to a dancing star". Take the rules seriously, but don't take yourself seriously. Whatever. Well honeybunnies, if you can't buy happiness- steal it. Create some rebellion. Live life the way you want. Do what you want. Stop listening to the rules. You and i are becoming mediocre.
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