Punk rock, intelligent conversation, grassroots action, gorilla mercenaries fighting their bastard governments, jose cuervo, mary jane.
Theres a man who walks by the seaside. He carries with him the burdens of his past, the treasures of his present, and the uncertanty of the future. The burns he carries serve only as peices to his puzzle of the world, because if he forgot them his time walking would be a waste. He's seen that joy of sinners and the sorrow of saints. He accepts everyone and trusts no one. He walks into the twilight of life with hunger that sometimes overpower, however food does not suffice. He longs to find that person that will be the amalgimation of all the things he has been carrying for so long, and that will tie together all the loose lessons forced upon him by his journey.He is only wrong in that he is searching not for a person, but for himself.
breakdowns. grinding speed. ridiculous skanking. chilled vibes. sweet rhymes. blood sweat and tears left on stage.
hahahha
1984
Michael Parenti
"To oppose the policies of a government does not mean you are against the country or the people that the government supposedly represents. Such opposition should be called what it really is: democracy, or democratic dissent, or having a critical perspective about what your leaders are doing. Either we have the right to democratic dissent and criticism of these policies or we all lie down and let the leader, the Fuhrer, do what is best, while we follow uncritically, and obey whatever he commands. That's just what the Germans did with Hitler, and look where it got them."