My mama told me to marry a rock n' roller.
I am an angry cynically analytical raging femminoid bull-dyke. fuckme.
Tell me where the "American Dream" can be found when we accept our own imprisonment and suppression is equally as accepted, just like the death of millions. The tools needed to shape our future are taxed and the veil thats gained a concrete placement is growing mold over our eyes. And when you see the face of your friends in every homeless man's broken expression, you ask yourself where these steps are leading us and how long must you follow. How many hoops must we jump through just to reach a point were we think we've accomplished something of our own? We own nothing and we'll die this way. Its in the minds of youth, the voice that tells you that this is the process in which you must take to survive in this world. These are the false obligations that we find necessary to reach an ignorant dream. But how long can you live with a leash around your throat, dragging you through life on a rusty conveyor belt with millions of others, intoxicating and seducing ourselves just to avoid a sober mindset causing turmoil and restraint.Nameless we are, with unknown identities. They could not beat us so they bought us out. They put price tags on our passions and made trends out of our movements. We can buy rebellion off a shelf and fill their bellies with our naive unaware hypocrisy. They'll keep us distracted from their noose-like grip, yet what are we to do when an act of freedom will remain stagnant due to force-fed controversy? Whose ideas belong to whom? How are we ever to achieve individual familiarity and consciousness when were driven by motives that we cant even agree with? Where is this promised land thats untouched by structure? When will we feel like a child of the cosmos, rather than a product of societies upheaval? How can you escape what your unwilling to see, let alone change?Freedom can only be found in yourself, untouched by guidelines or a series of steps leading to nowhere, ending only at death. Reconsider your idea of what you find dreamable. Analyze the point in which your trying to make clear? Where do hopes begin to satisfy and where do they end? You'll swallow the voice of your subconscious passions and take to the man in your staged revolutions, when all that you are is a slave to this system. Its larger than man. Its in the hearts and minds of our leaders. We refuse to feel it, therefore we will not stop it. Each human's existence has the possibility to rise above, but when you've lost touch of the brotherhood in the human race, the light burns out and all that exists is an unaware sensation of a man-made hell.
