well.
you're not the only one who thinks the same. i for one, am in complete agreeance, and have even written very similar words.
Now, no one is a product of themselves.
no one is truly an individual.
The quest to become an individual can quickly become dangerous, alienating, and lonesome.
The further you stray from the pack the more succeptable to the dangers of ONE.
It depends on how strong you are, and if anyone follows you.
I can go be alone, away from the pact, and love it. But eventually you desire...NEED....others. Thats why you have to find something better than the alternative.
I truly believe I have.
I am now trying me hardest to show that to others, to see who will follow. I'ts not a blind following, it's just a smaller pack to stray from
and this smaller pack has more fun that the big pack.
but most of the small pack's fun comes at the expense of the larger pack (reblliousness, using their toys such as roller coasters and movies...but using them differently. Sneaking into amusement parks...getting around the rules. Getting drunk in the theatre and pissing all the lemmings off.)
Now the small pack needs the large pack. They have built a very comfortable infastructure, and when the small pack runs into trouble, they can rejoin, recharge......but this becomes dangerous....there are many ingenious distractions the large pack has created to keep the small pack from leaving again. True, how many times do people stray from the large pack in their lives (? once? briefly? they 'see' what the small pack has to offer, and they choose the large pack? no, they just don't see.)
And the large pack needs the small pack to maintain a reasonable sanity in the world..that alternative always has to exist, even if the large pack never uses it.
And another thing:
Lots of people arent physically built to be strong enough for the small pack..they would die. Fat people, disabled people, old people...
Well, maybe old people could, but only if they've lived with the small pack for a long time...
and old people can slip back into the large pack with great ease...the elderly are always welcome..
but who wants to get old anyways?
They devices of the large pack are most evidently found in cities.
This is where the pack is bred.
Cars, toys, shiny things.
FISH LIKE SHINY THINGS!
And then they're hooked.
what will it be? Girlfriend? Kid? Morgage? car payments? Full time job? Rent?
too much materilistic crap that you become immobile?
Take your fucking pick guys...
or don't.
I won't...not yet.
All that shit can wait.
Life is so much more.
so much more.
Fuck clubs and getting loaded and scoring with faceless chicks.
Fuck morning latte's and espresso shots.
Fuck cigarettes to 'calm my nerves'
Fuck your psychiatrist, whose job it is to make you feel good about the choices you haven't made in your life. (you like that one
Fuck your mazda protege
Fuck your toyota echo.
Fuck your 3/4 ton ford pickup truck.
Fuck your v8 diesel.
Fuck your piles of dishes in your cupboard...why the hell do you need so many?
Fuck your dishwasher.
Fuck your MSN addiction.
Fuck trying to make your parents proud the way they want.
Fuck living for others who won't understand you.
Fuck your white socks and nike basketball shoes. You don't even play basketball, do you?
Fuck TV, which feeds of your mediocracy.
Fuck the laws, fuck the fears that keep us chained.
Fuck your fear of change.
Fuck your blind 9-5.
Fuck your lack of creativity.
you know what?
Fuck the herd. Don't try to save them, for our small pack will become overrun by a blind stampede...
breathe. now.
be conscious of each breath.
climb something.
Build something.
save someone who needs it,
bring someone who wants it.
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit�
Activism without chaos? or Chaos without activism?
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.
you're not the only one who thinks the same. i for one, am in complete agreeance, and have even written very similar words.
Now, no one is a product of themselves.
no one is truly an individual.
The quest to become an individual can quickly become dangerous, alienating, and lonesome.
The further you stray from the pack the more succeptable to the dangers of ONE.
It depends on how strong you are, and if anyone follows you.
I can go be alone, away from the pact, and love it. But eventually you desire...NEED....others. Thats why you have to find something better than the alternative.
I truly believe I have.
I am now trying me hardest to show that to others, to see who will follow. I'ts not a blind following, it's just a smaller pack to stray from
and this smaller pack has more fun that the big pack.
but most of the small pack's fun comes at the expense of the larger pack (reblliousness, using their toys such as roller coasters and movies...but using them differently. Sneaking into amusement parks...getting around the rules. Getting drunk in the theatre and pissing all the lemmings off.)
Now the small pack needs the large pack. They have built a very comfortable infastructure, and when the small pack runs into trouble, they can rejoin, recharge......but this becomes dangerous....there are many ingenious distractions the large pack has created to keep the small pack from leaving again. True, how many times do people stray from the large pack in their lives (? once? briefly? they 'see' what the small pack has to offer, and they choose the large pack? no, they just don't see.)
And the large pack needs the small pack to maintain a reasonable sanity in the world..that alternative always has to exist, even if the large pack never uses it.
And another thing:
Lots of people arent physically built to be strong enough for the small pack..they would die. Fat people, disabled people, old people...
Well, maybe old people could, but only if they've lived with the small pack for a long time...
and old people can slip back into the large pack with great ease...the elderly are always welcome..
but who wants to get old anyways?
They devices of the large pack are most evidently found in cities.
This is where the pack is bred.
Cars, toys, shiny things.
FISH LIKE SHINY THINGS!
And then they're hooked.
what will it be? Girlfriend? Kid? Morgage? car payments? Full time job? Rent?
too much materilistic crap that you become immobile?
Take your fucking pick guys...
or don't.
I won't...not yet.
All that shit can wait.
Life is so much more.
so much more.
Fuck clubs and getting loaded and scoring with faceless chicks.
Fuck morning latte's and espresso shots.
Fuck cigarettes to 'calm my nerves'
Fuck your psychiatrist, whose job it is to make you feel good about the choices you haven't made in your life. (you like that one
Fuck your mazda protege
Fuck your toyota echo.
Fuck your 3/4 ton ford pickup truck.
Fuck your v8 diesel.
Fuck your piles of dishes in your cupboard...why the hell do you need so many?
Fuck your dishwasher.
Fuck your MSN addiction.
Fuck trying to make your parents proud the way they want.
Fuck living for others who won't understand you.
Fuck your white socks and nike basketball shoes. You don't even play basketball, do you?
Fuck TV, which feeds of your mediocracy.
Fuck the laws, fuck the fears that keep us chained.
Fuck your fear of change.
Fuck your blind 9-5.
Fuck your lack of creativity.
you know what?
Fuck the herd. Don't try to save them, for our small pack will become overrun by a blind stampede...
breathe. now.
be conscious of each breath.
climb something.
Build something.
save someone who needs it,
bring someone who wants it.
“Chaos often breeds life, when order breeds habit�
Activism without chaos? or Chaos without activism?
'The problem with today's youth is not that our fathers don't believe in us, but that we do not believe in our fathers.' - Me.