Culture
Counter Culture
clash of culture, what is this world we make? Our cultures, our destructive tendencies, what is this? The skater trashes the streets where he lives, destroys the urban world in which he resides. Skating he is free, skating he is close to something, something he can't name, that he desires. The punk, walks the street, goes to shoes, travels the rails in search of, what?????????
The hippie,
the hipster
the goth
the straight edge
metal head
gangsta
we are all looking for the same thing, but i don't think any of us realize it yet. we most likely never will, we'll grow old, settle down, and accept society before we come to the "meaning" of our desire. but it's there, it's always right out of sight, waiting to be grabbed.
It's communion, with nature, with earth, with people, with community, with love, and with peace. It is everything this watered down existance of day to day mundane "production" can not, will not, and never will offer.
We will never be complete until we free ourselves from this shit.
do me a favor,
sit,
and think
what ARE you? WHY are you? WHAY made you do the things you did, the tattoos, the piercings, the skating, punk, goth, drug, straightedge, scene?
Was it a feeling, in your gut, that everything else around you was wrong. That you were kind of stuck in a CD that was skipping, over and over again????
Counter Culture
clash of culture, what is this world we make? Our cultures, our destructive tendencies, what is this? The skater trashes the streets where he lives, destroys the urban world in which he resides. Skating he is free, skating he is close to something, something he can't name, that he desires. The punk, walks the street, goes to shoes, travels the rails in search of, what?????????
The hippie,
the hipster
the goth
the straight edge
metal head
gangsta
we are all looking for the same thing, but i don't think any of us realize it yet. we most likely never will, we'll grow old, settle down, and accept society before we come to the "meaning" of our desire. but it's there, it's always right out of sight, waiting to be grabbed.
It's communion, with nature, with earth, with people, with community, with love, and with peace. It is everything this watered down existance of day to day mundane "production" can not, will not, and never will offer.
We will never be complete until we free ourselves from this shit.
do me a favor,
sit,
and think
what ARE you? WHY are you? WHAY made you do the things you did, the tattoos, the piercings, the skating, punk, goth, drug, straightedge, scene?
Was it a feeling, in your gut, that everything else around you was wrong. That you were kind of stuck in a CD that was skipping, over and over again????
finally...
re: your journal, i am what i am because of a series of decisions i've made, accepted, violated and reconstructed. it's an initially conscious effort that eventually becomes effortless and seeps into the subconscious. such is the nature of choice.