Johan

Fuck off with your sofa units and strine green stripe patterns, I say never be complete, I say stop being perfect, I say let... lets evolve, let the chips fall where they may. Only after disaster can we be resurrected.Fuck damnation, man! Fuck redemption! We are God's unwanted children? So be it! I see all this potential, and I see squandering. God damn it, an entire generation pumping gas, waiting tables; slaves with white collars. Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're a generation of men raised by women. I'm wondering if another woman is really the answer we need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our Great War's a spiritual war... our Great Depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars. But we won't. And we're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off. It's only after we've lost everything that we're free to do anything. You are not special. You are not a beautiful or unique snowflake. You're the same decaying organic matter as everything else. The things you own end up owning you.And then, something happened. I let go. Lost in oblivion. Dark and silent and complete. I found freedom. Losing all hope was freedom.I felt like putting a bullet between the eyes of every Panda that wouldn't screw to save its species. I wanted to open the dump valves on oil tankers and smother all the French beaches I'd never see. I wanted to breathe smoke.I am Jack's wasted life I am Jack's broken heart. You met me at a very strange time in my life.Ahhh... okay, okay, okay, I got it, I got it, I got it. Shit, I lost it.