Punk is, in fact, dead. Nothing that can be done, given what will be, in all likelyhood, a very short period of time, will be able to seperate you from other people. Everything that is currently regarded as offensive will soon be regarded as great art or, even worse, normal and typical behavior. There is nothing about you that is unique. Everything about you has, at some point, been experianced or thought of by someone at some point. You are little more than a lemming, an ant. Think for a moment about the fact that every aspect of your behavior might be little more than a predetermined reaction to some stimulus, a chain reaction to some event that happened generations upon generations before you ever existed in the current, understood sense. The things that you feel and the recations that a roach feels inside it's primitive, simple nerve cluster, the electrical impulses that go through it's non-brain and the complex chemical reactions that take place inside your brain might be seperated by little more than a degree of retroactive understanding, which may itself be nothing more than an intricate method of evolution, allowing you to absorb pain that is otherwise ambient in our own world.
The balance between want and loss
is rarely even matched
I ask my gods
"make sense of this"
but I might as well not ask
The balance between want and loss
is rarely even matched
I ask my gods
"make sense of this"
but I might as well not ask
And getting them out isn't so bad, it's a lot better than a cavity filling because you can be knocked out the whole time. It just hurts for a few days afterward.