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you heard right devil fools. emo is on the out. it will die within the next three years. thats how short the collective attention span of counter culture is when it comes to social movements.
HEY, PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DRESSING THE SAME WAY FOR 6 YEARS, IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE GUYS. I WILL NOT LIVE UNDER THE PURITANICAL OPRESSION OF DRESSING MYSELF LIKE MY PEERS DID 4 YEARS AGO. THIS IS AMERICA, NOT COMMUNIST CHINA WHERE MILLENIA OF TRADITIONAL DRESS HAS OPRESSED PEOPLE'S REFLECTIONS FOR YEARS. I WILL WEAR MY SOCKS INSIDE OUT AND A BUNCH OF BRACELETS. POWER TO FASHION. IN FREEDOM AND LIBERTY FROM THE OPRESSON OF CONFORMIST FOOLS WHO DRESS ALL THE SAME. MAY THEY BURN IN AN ATHEIST ABYSS.
fuck yeah. now folk music will replace emo. whatever emo is? i never quite found the time to really look at it long enough to learn every chord they ply and every hairstyle they dye. BUT, adam tells me that folk music (in a new and very emo sissy form) is going to conquer it and drive emo into the mountians to die and be forgotton. emo, like the people who loved it, is not worthy of rememberance.
now skinny guys with bodies resembling kermit the frog will have to grow beards (if they can) and large hairy emo guys who like taco bell and waste their athletic potential listening to rock and roll and having the psycholigical social conditioning of a feminine mind, will have to were wranglers instead of low-rise (oxy moran) baggy shorts.
if you think your really cool because you like folk music now. just wait, and your dreams will become a reality. you can brag "i liked folk before it was cool" then you will seem really cool. taqiyya serves even the average man, even if he uses it on himself to hide his shame and affirm the worth of his destiny.
i remember a girl being like
HEY PHIL! LISTEN TO THIS SONG OK?! ARE YOU LISTENING???
HEAR LISTEN. THAT GUY IS TALKING ABOUT ANN FRANK, YOU REMEMBER ANN FRANK RIGHT?? HE IS SINGING A ROMANCE SONG TO HER, ALMOST LIKE HE IS LOVE WITH HER. WIERD RIGHT? SHE WAS LIKE A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL. YOU KNOW I WON'T FUCK YOU RIGHT? YOU DIDN'T COME HEAR EXPECTING ME TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU DID YOU?
later on after i had had sex with her, i went home and listened to fanfare ciocarlia. i thought about the difference between me and this girl in the way we enjoyed music. she enjoyed a romantic song about ann frank. i enjoyed a romping gypsie brass jam. she emphasised the lyrics, ie the message of the song. i enjoyed the odd and very rythmic melodies, lyrics where not a concern. while to her the words of a song were key, the song i loved wasn't sung in a language i even understood.
then a question.
would christene enjoy a romantic song about ann frank if it was sung in the crazy voodo languages of the congo?
i got mad at her for being just like every schmuck who listened to terrible badly written music and melted for the same cheasy depressed love theme.
then it hit me.
back when i was 13 years old and still developing my brain, i listened to tool. i remember getting really excited about maynerd james keenan's lyrics. they seemed so profound and mystical. like maybe he himself, with his small stature and bald head, had draveled to alternate dimensions and talked to extraterestrials.
now ofcoarse the annoyance of that bullshit song prevents me from even enjoying the overdistorted music of it. but my own experiance, my own childhood helped me to understand others.
sitting down i can track how i became aware of more and more over time, and how the power of my beast of confidence slowly melted away the bullshit i brought on myself, and that society has conditioned me to bring on myself. you know how people say you should never listen to gossip? because the more people it goes threw the less the story is true. thats what counter culture is like. the ease of entertainment media has allowed everyone to hear the misgossip. everyone is just reacting to a lie no one told. and it's not an important lie. it's a waste lie, it hurts no one and doesn't matter. so everyone is really just sitting around wanting to show everyone what they have made. theres nothing else to do but dream of fame.
little lies don't matter. the less you are, the easier it is to awe you. to be awwed is to be in bliss. but to be aware and awwed by yourself is the the first step threw the door that leads into the world of shamans.
i'm going on but i have to make one last point. you have to tell yourself the truth. if you sence in yourself any fear, utterly confront it instead of hiding in shame. if when your telling someone a story and you need to lie or embellish the story to make you or an allie seem more potent. do so. but do not be afraid of it. fully admit to yourself. say to yourself "i have just told a white lie to win better at an unimportant game." and thats ok. i tell you friend. i lie constantly about everything. i feel my identity is not important. so i make it up. the game you play "who said what behind your back, whos dating who, who likes you who doesn't, who is yours, who you are." none of it matters enough for your own fear to defeat you.
everyone is just trying to aquire love, respect, admiration,, the fear of enemies, material wealth, a loyal mate. they are all prizes. the real treasure in life is the challenge in getting those things. but beyond the game, when your on a losing streak and you get frustrated....... there is something that you cannot lose once you get it. something that trandsends the often ugly game.
do you know of what i speak...
the madness to laugh boldly at everything.
HEY, PEOPLE HAVE BEEN DRESSING THE SAME WAY FOR 6 YEARS, IT'S TIME FOR A CHANGE GUYS. I WILL NOT LIVE UNDER THE PURITANICAL OPRESSION OF DRESSING MYSELF LIKE MY PEERS DID 4 YEARS AGO. THIS IS AMERICA, NOT COMMUNIST CHINA WHERE MILLENIA OF TRADITIONAL DRESS HAS OPRESSED PEOPLE'S REFLECTIONS FOR YEARS. I WILL WEAR MY SOCKS INSIDE OUT AND A BUNCH OF BRACELETS. POWER TO FASHION. IN FREEDOM AND LIBERTY FROM THE OPRESSON OF CONFORMIST FOOLS WHO DRESS ALL THE SAME. MAY THEY BURN IN AN ATHEIST ABYSS.
fuck yeah. now folk music will replace emo. whatever emo is? i never quite found the time to really look at it long enough to learn every chord they ply and every hairstyle they dye. BUT, adam tells me that folk music (in a new and very emo sissy form) is going to conquer it and drive emo into the mountians to die and be forgotton. emo, like the people who loved it, is not worthy of rememberance.
now skinny guys with bodies resembling kermit the frog will have to grow beards (if they can) and large hairy emo guys who like taco bell and waste their athletic potential listening to rock and roll and having the psycholigical social conditioning of a feminine mind, will have to were wranglers instead of low-rise (oxy moran) baggy shorts.
if you think your really cool because you like folk music now. just wait, and your dreams will become a reality. you can brag "i liked folk before it was cool" then you will seem really cool. taqiyya serves even the average man, even if he uses it on himself to hide his shame and affirm the worth of his destiny.
i remember a girl being like
HEY PHIL! LISTEN TO THIS SONG OK?! ARE YOU LISTENING???
HEAR LISTEN. THAT GUY IS TALKING ABOUT ANN FRANK, YOU REMEMBER ANN FRANK RIGHT?? HE IS SINGING A ROMANCE SONG TO HER, ALMOST LIKE HE IS LOVE WITH HER. WIERD RIGHT? SHE WAS LIKE A 12 YEAR OLD GIRL. YOU KNOW I WON'T FUCK YOU RIGHT? YOU DIDN'T COME HEAR EXPECTING ME TO HAVE SEX WITH YOU DID YOU?
later on after i had had sex with her, i went home and listened to fanfare ciocarlia. i thought about the difference between me and this girl in the way we enjoyed music. she enjoyed a romantic song about ann frank. i enjoyed a romping gypsie brass jam. she emphasised the lyrics, ie the message of the song. i enjoyed the odd and very rythmic melodies, lyrics where not a concern. while to her the words of a song were key, the song i loved wasn't sung in a language i even understood.
then a question.
would christene enjoy a romantic song about ann frank if it was sung in the crazy voodo languages of the congo?
i got mad at her for being just like every schmuck who listened to terrible badly written music and melted for the same cheasy depressed love theme.
then it hit me.
back when i was 13 years old and still developing my brain, i listened to tool. i remember getting really excited about maynerd james keenan's lyrics. they seemed so profound and mystical. like maybe he himself, with his small stature and bald head, had draveled to alternate dimensions and talked to extraterestrials.
now ofcoarse the annoyance of that bullshit song prevents me from even enjoying the overdistorted music of it. but my own experiance, my own childhood helped me to understand others.
sitting down i can track how i became aware of more and more over time, and how the power of my beast of confidence slowly melted away the bullshit i brought on myself, and that society has conditioned me to bring on myself. you know how people say you should never listen to gossip? because the more people it goes threw the less the story is true. thats what counter culture is like. the ease of entertainment media has allowed everyone to hear the misgossip. everyone is just reacting to a lie no one told. and it's not an important lie. it's a waste lie, it hurts no one and doesn't matter. so everyone is really just sitting around wanting to show everyone what they have made. theres nothing else to do but dream of fame.
little lies don't matter. the less you are, the easier it is to awe you. to be awwed is to be in bliss. but to be aware and awwed by yourself is the the first step threw the door that leads into the world of shamans.
i'm going on but i have to make one last point. you have to tell yourself the truth. if you sence in yourself any fear, utterly confront it instead of hiding in shame. if when your telling someone a story and you need to lie or embellish the story to make you or an allie seem more potent. do so. but do not be afraid of it. fully admit to yourself. say to yourself "i have just told a white lie to win better at an unimportant game." and thats ok. i tell you friend. i lie constantly about everything. i feel my identity is not important. so i make it up. the game you play "who said what behind your back, whos dating who, who likes you who doesn't, who is yours, who you are." none of it matters enough for your own fear to defeat you.
everyone is just trying to aquire love, respect, admiration,, the fear of enemies, material wealth, a loyal mate. they are all prizes. the real treasure in life is the challenge in getting those things. but beyond the game, when your on a losing streak and you get frustrated....... there is something that you cannot lose once you get it. something that trandsends the often ugly game.
do you know of what i speak...
the madness to laugh boldly at everything.