It's all interconnected, motherfuckers.
Punk means nothing because no matter what, it's anti-authorty and nobody needs labels. But I got into this shit because I was weak. I wanted to feel in control, I wanted to feel like a child: expressive and powerful.
And it got to be more. I saw peace in the anger, I saw catharsis and sweet release for my negativity. I saw the anarchy thing from new angles. Mostly it's a retarded and overused symbol, but in the early 20th century anarchists were a larger and more potent force in America than the communists. They believe in the disassemblage of power and greed in order to achieve a world without borders, where we could finally be civilized. Still a joke? Maybe. I'm still a pacifist, and I think any killing is a joke, but the dream of treating each other the way we deserve to be treated is still wonderful.
So here's this website where things are punk but not, silly and serious, angry but fun, and the best part is the women are calling most of the shots. It's fuckin hot, and it's not what you'd expect, and there's nothing else like it.
And there are still jags. There are still people hung up on their own version of punk rock anger, or maybe just their version of being a little child with childlike attitude problems who have nothing better to do than to taunt the powerful and amazing women on this site.
You know what man? I'm not going to tell you to fuck off, because half of you probably think you're the next GG Allin or whatever. Hooray for you.
The sadness is that you can't see something about this site beyond the scene, the journals, the boards, the whatever. These women destroy convention like they're made of fucking legos and you have nothing better than to play your little game of picking apart their personalities like a poor man's punky Dr. Phil? It's been done.
See beyond the internet and porn and tattoos for once in your life. See some fun, real joyous fun for once in your wormy lives. And don't be surprised when you don't find it here, sucka.
Peace,
AS
Punk means nothing because no matter what, it's anti-authorty and nobody needs labels. But I got into this shit because I was weak. I wanted to feel in control, I wanted to feel like a child: expressive and powerful.
And it got to be more. I saw peace in the anger, I saw catharsis and sweet release for my negativity. I saw the anarchy thing from new angles. Mostly it's a retarded and overused symbol, but in the early 20th century anarchists were a larger and more potent force in America than the communists. They believe in the disassemblage of power and greed in order to achieve a world without borders, where we could finally be civilized. Still a joke? Maybe. I'm still a pacifist, and I think any killing is a joke, but the dream of treating each other the way we deserve to be treated is still wonderful.
So here's this website where things are punk but not, silly and serious, angry but fun, and the best part is the women are calling most of the shots. It's fuckin hot, and it's not what you'd expect, and there's nothing else like it.
And there are still jags. There are still people hung up on their own version of punk rock anger, or maybe just their version of being a little child with childlike attitude problems who have nothing better to do than to taunt the powerful and amazing women on this site.
You know what man? I'm not going to tell you to fuck off, because half of you probably think you're the next GG Allin or whatever. Hooray for you.
The sadness is that you can't see something about this site beyond the scene, the journals, the boards, the whatever. These women destroy convention like they're made of fucking legos and you have nothing better than to play your little game of picking apart their personalities like a poor man's punky Dr. Phil? It's been done.
See beyond the internet and porn and tattoos for once in your life. See some fun, real joyous fun for once in your wormy lives. And don't be surprised when you don't find it here, sucka.
Peace,
AS