Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Get Your Freak On

















What a waste of existence, to be spending our whole lives fighting against bankers. I'm tired of it. I'm tired of worrying about shit. January was a season of worry, and it's over now, so fuck it. I had the revelation today that my life is meaningless. It came with a sense of relief. I can pretty much go wherever, do whatever, whenever and none of it really matters. Life is point A to point B. I'll die, won't remember myself, and neither will anyone else, nor any of the things we did, said or recorded. I feel uniquely liberated. That freedom which was a stranger becomes again familiar. I'm tired of turning laps. I want to go somewhere.