Gentrification destroys and promotes some of the most unhinged ugliness which cannot come any notion at all of becoming self-aware. But it cannot eat or devour or destroy truth or beauty.
I'm not the only one who thinks such, just many people had felt like they wouldn't be able to be alright with saying such.
it's where a term called useful-idiot comes from and how to establish convincing generations and populaces to not seek self-repair and internal balance nor to master the triad of mind,body and soul, but to push away ingenuity and an accolade of wisdom.
it is likened as to creating a zombie species or separated populace of emotionally controlled bottom-feeders who do anything within their power (a power handed to them and never earned, a power of only destruction and not creation) so as to muddy the waters of clarity of the mind and spirit.
people do not read the very manuals of propaganda techniques both instilled into them being used through them,
Equally so, people do not read the very manuals of propaganda used upon them.
don't give power to those who trade the power of their heart or the warmth of their soul
to the prospects of injoining for convenience.
There are ancient souls within some of us
who like to call bullshit unto those who drift by on fear,
or yet worse, posture as the spiritual.
Many are what they accuse others of.
The love in my heart you try to eat to feast down to the bone.
My soul is more ancient than your trendy little joiner game.
Something inside of my being will forever outlast the brute ugliness
of these common groups who "know it all as it is,"
and who try to "decide for others what is just or what rulesets to follow."
Today these are called "progressives."
You are ugly and irresponsible bringers of damage and lack self-responsibility.
Should you not be able to create what it is you destroy, you will have to live
Life and Life again until you can build.
(that is called a scrying.
many venemous feminists types try to damn or curse people like I,
mediums or intermediaries, away from honing in on a sacral touch.
Even after flus and bad luck and sicknesses, your ugly trendy
asses cannot damage me or my guardians or my aura,
or spirits that look out for me. From Sumer and Kemet and Dogon, etc.
Earth's birth and mud creation.)
I realize that sounds silly and "out there,"
even after being in states of scrying or medium. Most of your normal
world of ego competition seems, to me, just as aloof.
Many people who try to ruin your life
Or to preach at you
are those who pretend to be wholly in rebellion,
and yet I cannot call them cockroaches
because they are timeless and respectable,
although not wanting close to have around.
Locusts, I can say, then,
or hivemind hylics.
I repeat again:
they dared to muck about with my very own livelihood.
My soul is stronger because I don't need groups like rats or locust do.
Your DEI bullshit dented years of my being.
I thought I was your friend/s some long long time ago.
The wiser I grow by survival,
the more twofaced I see your groups, cliques, and caaste systems.
You are hypocrites.
If you wish such ill will on Male mediums,
take a look in the mirror.
It's also called going to places that are more beautiful, and where there are nicer people who nurture something more than their state-identity ego. Find better opportunities elsewhere where your soul doesnt feel like it has to fight or spar with people that really need to dig into the outlandishly trendy or who speak spirituality this or holistic kindness that but when talk comes to action, you can see they are rabid about in-groups and limited thinking, and furiously greedy to keep anything different from what they already know from actually teaching them. Because they :know it all and cannot know a thing more,: and then you humble hopes of people by finding places that arent so berating and rampant on screaming all of the time or having impossible causes flippantly rotating as soon as they can tune into what new belief system they are ordered to march unto via the belltoll of the hivemind.
It's cool and it's find, just my way is not your way and "your way sure as hell is not my way" so as to quote a person called T.D. Lingo. In all things I just want to push my creative and music and artful boundaries, but when i see what people have to do to be in "cliques" especially around here, some real truth of the soul that walks the talk is what it is all about.
There are so many other places and opportunities. And as open minded as this region is, people sure are flakey, and smarmy and really judgy if they cant pin your mannerisms down and if you're actually nice or heartfelt to them it probably reminds them of something they abandoned long ago like some family member trying to bond with them before they were reprogrammed, or an act of kindness that they cant twist into turning into either an ally or a foe of their constantly miraged "revolution."
That's future reference for a one day possibility when people stop trying to eat eachother alive or whatever. A day I'm not sure I'll see, but something to powerfully step away from with some heart left alive within me.
Ithaca is so fucking retarded.
Absolute regressive place.
Biggest loser burnout, faux spirituality town.
So ugly right down to the pit of the soul,
with useless and brain-damage level bottom of the barrel trash.
Hordes of really scummy lepers who exist in a hivemind
but can't see two feet infront of them. No original ideas.
Just useless, soulless absolute losers with no spark of Prana or internal brightness.
Ugly trashy, drugged up and dysgenic losers.
An absolutely definition of what I keep referring to as the Hylic.
They are energetic food.
No I had my hollowbody guitar held hostage for three weeks.
Again, I learned, with grace and impunity, that it takes 50+ min
of a drive either direction from here to find reliable and decent people.
I'd wondered why and how that the last several times of going to the local
shop that you get worse service. More ever since the prev owner handed down
communications and ownership. One feller there is very stand up and good.
But the new luthier said they'd teach me how to do it on my own and to
do it "the right" way. I was trying to pay someone to do a service and to
help me out.
It was crazy because they are so booked with customers that they will shrug
off anything they don't want to have at. But in this really smarmy and rude way.
It took me checking in three weeks or more later on since dropping it off.
That they didn't look at or address a wiring issue that I was not wanting to
remove myself and guess at for getting it right. It wasn't where I felt alright
toward overlooking what someone possibly more experienced could catch and
correct and for me to pay them for that service.
But that place is going through multiple luthiers a year at this point and with the
ownership change, though still kept in the same family, I don't think the
range of demand for repair and service meets their stressor levels.
Just that one worker gets smarmy as hell and had before said a guitar I owned
sounds absolutely awful but probably because it was not composed of a giant
piece of cheese for him to chew and gnaw and eat and feast upon.
That is right. A giant block of cheese.
But i had successfully beforehand removed a rat from the understature of a house.
And one was enough.
Just that the person did a complete setup on that instrument, without me asking
Or requesting that at all.
So I was told it was "about normal" for that ground hum to be there, especially
with it being way worse when flicked to the bridge pickup via the 3 way switch.
That I could deal with that even if it was a humbucker and not a single coil
Single coils have that there as an expected noise level to get out of audio level
with a noise gate and so on. But the humbucker and small line/wiring run in the
potentiometer spaces meant that it was fixable and serviceable, and just that they were
too lazy or didn't want to work on my instrument. And I notice that so much in this
area, like shit is in the water, and no one is really good at what they do, or they
shrug off anything that is more than they want to do. And there are endless slews of
college kids or hipsters they can make money off with no effort.
Just I needed a hand with some wiring that I had tried again and again to sort out myself.
And decided to ask about it. And my guitar just sat in the same shop for 3+ weeks
without a thing looked at. Call me so I can get it back sooner then if you don't feel like helping.
But for God's sakes don't do a "setup" on an instrument especially without an OK for it,
and if the guitar style of playing wasn't called for having the action as absolutely as low as possible.
Your shop is a drag now and one of the brothers is a complete c*nt. The other is super decent
and I feel for him.
Every time I drive nearly an hour out, though, places like Rochester or wherever, people seem real.
And human. And if they are nice or not, you know, they seem real enough. And you can find people
representing their service or skill or craft. And you can commend them for doing decent or standing
behind their claim and workcraft.
It's good and it's real and you can have a decent conversation, without finding any little jabs
slipped in. Lots of businesses close or scatter around here and there is a huge reason for it.
The demand is too high, though, for this local shop, so they can continue to halfass it through
before the legacy of what they'd been handed down starts to really effect too close to home.
And they'll go through however many several luthiers that they do. The last one was really decent,
and personable, and had a great rapport. And I can't help all but think he left. On his own accord.
The new one has that famous in-town smarmyness and will talk over you, cut you off,
put you off, have this snide kind of sassyness that makes you really have to deal with any service
if you all but can't help otherwise.
It's like a lineage of quality or service that rides on the trustworthyness of the past. The elders that
carried it. But those are my family members. The instruments.
And the wiring had a clear and real solving needed to be done but all I heard was it was "too much of a pain" to get to and just to "try to find a way to play it as it is."
Basically its like, ok you don't like me, you dont want to work on my gear.
Cool. Just say it like that. I tried learning it on my own so I wouldn't have to go down there
but instead found way cooler communities and people who seem like they do care for their craft.
Just when you drive that far it takes a toll on fuel cost and all that.
I'd of been happy as anything to run through the wiring and see where the blip was. Because I want to
service all of my own instruments. Just that "it's a pain to work on" is that crossing between me paying that good money to make an instrument right. And I question the actual skill of them at this point if getting someone's project to a playable and satisfied level is something they dont want to do because they aren't up for the job on it. Just say "it's too hard and I don't feel like doing it for you as a customer" because we get so many other customers, and can make bills that easy, and we don't want you or your money back to our shop.
and I sound like the salt that splays on the roads and eats up the underside of vehicles saying all that, but assure that all the other counties I check out have at least close enough of an A-Game and it's been fun chatting with them or also supporting their services and seeing them interested enough of putting their work where their words are.
And so anyhow I can re-setup that entire instrument when it's electronics are good to go.
and have a couple places now that seem more caring even if it is that much further of a drive out.
I just was a bit offput, more than that, when I saw nothing was even looked at in the slightest when it came to that wiring. And I should just "deal with it how it is" and it was "normal" to have some antagonizing 60 cycle hum. Like, damn, I was going to pay you what you though it was worth.
But opening the case and seeing a whole setup done without me asking-- was like, so you did touch the instrument, you opened it up and altered something on it, but not the 'tronics I signed a slip out to have fixed-- like what are ya thinking? Am I supposed to be sorry I'm not a rich college kid or whatever and I'm there for services rather than throwing money down to buy brand new stuff?
They're my family, instruments. And to turn anything dour into something more worthwhile, when the shop with more heart and grace and workmanship skills has it ready, should it be repairable and viable, I'll be happy to not deal with it as is or try and push through some grounding issue. And have a really nice clear sound and presence. To introduce a full hollow body to recording some tunes and using to play some of the grit and rawness but also atmospheres and short story scenes. I don't care however many miles it is to and back, or maybe even I won't mind how into my pockets I'll be. It's that soul pact with your devices, your instruments, where when they are happy enough and in a place of being a tool as settled in and dialed in to reach their apex and capability, that you can bond with them and pour out really who you are.
Just with some of the places local, for what you are expected to have to deal with, I feel taken for a ride more often than not, comparing that afterwards to some of the actual care and quality I find outside of this town. This town gave up on itself and is crumbling at a fastpace like I'd never seen a place do before. This does tie in aptly to my much revisited hipsterdom and gentrification rants.
If enough prayer or spirited pursuit level into my world or momentum, I can likely say that a relocation to any of these outside places moves my own pallette of life and interests to just plain living there.
Just you don't fook around with a wallaby's guitar is the main gist of that.
You come to america
to do big time.
Make it big time.
Big time shit.
you come here to shit
drop the big one on the platter
but the street is your platter.
Shit on street.
Come here to drop shit.
Others will clean it up for you.
Yell, perhaps scream
if others say
no, you will shit on and shit up the country.
this is your bowel.
Be brave!!
Do you like people
No I like beauty. I like human kind
I keep liars away.
Everybody's goneso anyway
I take a walk under apocalyptic skyline
We shut down the world
I could give a further less
You gave up your love and ediface
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I absolutely love crafting songs, and sitting to play and let little licks come through and developing some windows into worlds. In the years of, well, say 2022 up to present (1.2025) I'd really rebuked or learned to see that there isn't any comradery for me to-- you know-- really feel encouraged or accepted or belonging in the place or area I'm at. This isn't something I want to identify myself as or through. And yet, as it is, I really have to write it through and explain that time in my life so that I actually can move through, and grow out of this and be on to an answer of providing some housing to where passion and feeling out music and imagery of that music can go.
Because I had wanted to put it off again and again and again, and not have to explain this displacement and even dejected feeling. That's what a Wayside is, time and time again, it's being in some community that doesn't really give a sh*t about you and they want you, you know, doneso.
It's a harsh break to get up from but you have to establish it in a way of looking at the situation: "Why am I going to want to ever win over or be accepted by people who let it really known that they do not want what I am about around?" It's not for other people and it's not bending my own sense of self---ever-- to craft and create or intervene that special and actually soothing feeling when some tale or fable and palette emerges and is there as a composition.
Here is a little writing or explanation in which I try to describe soul consciousness or spirit awareness.
they represent what is called a hylic, and it means little or no brain-activation or soul spark. another term is somnambulism or somnambulist and it is pretty much "the walking dead" or those who sleep walk on a conscious level. They always existed as far as being a part of the populace. But in a sense, they were strewn into being politicized. They're the first to snap on you if you even start thinking out loud in what I'm saying. You can't try to wake up a zombie or a sleepwalker. Some may change, I guess. But they'd rather replace you or make you non-existent than realize they're misguided or led astray or programmed.
now I have to drink down a large bowl of hot but tasty tomato soup.
And live in a world where people will sabotage through their job or their work force
if they think you are their adversary based on media or television programming,
thus you not getting what you pay for, especially when it comes to shipping or delivery
or basic life routine.
You have to make l ight of it, now and again, however,
about the tragedy of what the collective could be, and what we have before us to deal with.
Endless Lords
eat the gentrifiers
sell some fucking albums
for just once
Find some crews
but please not gentrifiers
get them not nearst me
or me away from them
even if they are lands upon
which I bloomed.
Raw soul and rightful spirit
In the land of Soul and God.
Strong me up and guide my ways
out of this world or terra of illusion.
Egregore U.S.A,
and Soil Finn's Funeral
Old loves of brothers dry.
Rekindle a soul flame
and keep me away from
these gentrifiers and their boring stillness.
My light is coming alive again.
No nerve pains,
and real soul within,
New directions,
oh so judged by the "open minded."
Lepers, they were--- weary and heartless.
Steve Job's little hellworld
of attention craving jeckells
and low brain activity stimuli addictions.
Don't drag me down to their haste
like these writings likely infer or sound.
Just imagine hordes coming in
with their trends and rulesets and their
blank and alienating fucking stares.
They try to buy out your regions
and God, God, God, God
it's all boring.
Because my soul is too fast
and I sniff out alternating inhibitions.
My soul leaps
and I'm never being used by
gentrifiers preaching their little lies again.
My inner werewolf will devour them
before they are allowed to ever get so close again.
I'll bring the raw and the real
but its for a soul essence and never ever ever for them.
Good luck selling a ticket amongst bullshitters by that rational'e.
no, its like living in hell being around such ass-backwards people. They rely so heavily on needing to be accepted or having their ego and identity polished that it doesn't matter if they ever hone into honoring or being truthful about all the merit they bark about and scream about and relentlessly coat themselves in. You find out who the gatekeepers are and they are so protective against anything that even slightly challenges their facade of all the identity-decor. They're fragile and enamored by how they look but can't challenge their own thinking of "reality tunnel." A reality tunnel is a fixed perspective. Like recognizing a universe amidst a vastness of multiverses.
But if you have soul fire and a will to integrity then it doesn't matter how many paper tigers or gatekeepers there are, because you can always survive things by your own instinct of accomplishment and intuition. Things that they always beg to need others to pursue alongside them. So they are reliant. In many cases. On others to coax their identity while remaining tightly stifled into that singular reality tunnel or cultish viewpoint.
I'd been "dismayed" or held culprit by gatekeepers or clique-guardians so many several times. But the thing is to never entertain them or to see approval or any of that. It's not worth it because your integrity culls if you begin to do that.
So let them guess or whatever or find other food to eat.
You don't want to be their food. because it is a feast that never satiates or a hunger that never lessens.
So they'll, you know, turn on their tvs or whatever or fill their heads with online feeds and keep at anything but stillness or self-insight.
They're boring as fuck and cruel at heart, despite what they might advertise.
I like it, because it reminds me I'm not them.
They need all their bullshit, like being bad at the services that they are paid to tend to, you know--- being bad at it at on purpose to get even with those they do not like or want to grok or understand, because they are afraid that they may have to learn something about themselves in the long run, or change something about themselves when dealing with real passion or real heart or true soul-fire.
so they screw things up on purpose and try to dismantle other peoples opportunities or even services they purchase or experience they can "deconstruct" or sabotage even though it will never work against a true and dedicated soul who sees what they really want and can, unlike them, work without a clique or in-group collective to have to constantly lean or gather as a lethargic and sort of hypnotized mass-movement. Eventually their force weights down and breaks upon itself.
And you can continue on with your passion or whatever and be glad you didn't have their assistance, because they turned out to be snakes and usurpers and some of the slimiest of the slime and so on.
But yes that's the power or force they go with, is, basically using whatever service they are representing and screwing things up for other people if you so happen to be held to interacting with what they do. They'll make things complicated or try to frustrate and heave in on your pathway.
And eventually you just deal with somebody else or wait, until you can commentate on their intentional sabatoge or gaslighting and gatekeeping and all of that.
And you follow your directive and will and strength you gain.
To survive what they couldn't. Or continue past where they would have given up so many times.
because they need other people, and they need acceptance constantly and always. And would never be able to push through or pursue where you had to stave and pursue.
And all the stronger you know yourself after already knowing and then discarding the falsities that they wrap themselves within, and knowing your own truths and better built foundations within.
That's how I am, having, you know, really been alienated or thinking to have trusted certain people who haven't gone the extra miles to even face shadows that would spook and terrify and destroy them. And they talk the game but haven't walked shit about it. and I live better every day not needing any of them at all. Because I trust the quality of those being able to make and to creative and to have a quality of construction. Something formative as compared to their envy and clique-reliance and destructive nature. Because you are supposed to grow up at some point and at some time, and nurture where the amygdala is. But they are truly just bullies or a kind of self-destruction specialty. Using up old resources of being some of the most sour people on the inside and making no steps to renaissance revival or shedding away old skins or detoxing from really very evil and imbalanced ways, all disguised underneath their absolutely abysmal buzzwords and common "current thing" numbness of lethargy.
It is a hypnotism and you do not want to cater to or interact with or to ever need acceptance or approval of the hypnotized.
But I have seen them and they are gatekeepers, and they are trendy. And if you cannot be "labelled" or understood on a materialistic, brand name kind of level, then you are "unknown information" to them and thus a problem they do not want to deal with. Because their lazy minds see it as something that challenges their limited or lazy or ungrowing worldview.
I survived without needing them and am aware of their ever collective horde. They ain't what they say they is, and what they's sez is loads of trod.
All that passion and fire within, then, of realizing what could be if there were legitimate support systems of soulfulness, well, it gets redirected. It's redirected to within. So all the clowns out there or whatever with ill intent or who can only destroy, or try to mess things up for others, they're pictured nd figured for what they are. And then they have no energetic power. So those vampires or succubi or those enticers and word hypnotists, and all those cliques with their little rulesets and stifles--- they're just cardboard in the rain and it's okay.
Because you're stronger now having survived their imbalanced or emotional impulses.
And now you see through them as transparent as anything in the world, and they don't fool you anymore and you don't want to play on their board or count by their little cliques or collective or ruleset. Because they even lose the game they set up to make. Which is like: get attention, have a loud cause, download media-congruent opinions and obedience maps, pretend to be rebellious or radical or this or that--- it's all a front and another social group stimuli.
Then I respect class and style, and silence, and prose, and most importantly of all, the daring and whimsical and raw.
The soul prevails
The aura is guarded
The mind is nourished with ideas and gold
the willpower and strength is uncontended
The law of an inner warrior walks past the vile
a renaissance of mind forms to a golden degree
free from vulgarity and impoverished lacking
All that is available now is what is urgent and wealthy to succeed and electrify
I prefer beauty.
I think beauty is beautiful.
Redefining beauty
or enforcing beauty to co-exist with ugliness
is very damaging. Because it allows the
nefarious and the ill-willed to infiltrate
posturing as powerful, by simply co-opting
terminology and getting people to trust them
at face value.
There is no courage about them
and they simply go along with what everyone else
pushes them into mindlessly believing.
They may have influence for some short duration
of time. But the truth and reality always
wins through. Even if emotion itself
is powerful enough to sway or manipulate the gullible.
Raw truth always wins.
Thanks for being a cheap ugly society.
It's why I recommend Apophis
The Reset Brand Asteroid
soulfulness is a turn on
but you're supposed to use social media to promote shows and
network and all that kind of clud.
It's really about entertaining people who want to be objects
or more of the people doing more of the same for forever
DEI is an unjust, unfair way to do their hiring because someone less qualified can get the job just because they are female, a different race, overweight, out of shape, even less educated is unbelievable. This WOKE Policy is putting victims in jeopardy with people that can't handle actually doing the job.
if you're in it for following information
and figuring out what are truths
by that information
no matter how long those truths last
then you don't pick or fall into sides
because sides are not permanent either
and you see, too, you start to see that
sides are full of idiots
who need confirmation and bias confirmation
to prove their own magical dousings
of thinking they're right about damn near everything
based off their emotional biases and omnipotent egos
and so you say fuck these idiots
I'm following information.
Are you really supposed to give a fuck what others think when they cannot balance a conduct of inner-moral?
I am able to scry some half-decent lyrics again
and was able to empty from my register
a lot of that succubus vibe from rotten souls
who advertise as public humanitarians
and if there is one thing of trial and truth to know
it is to be able to supply an endeavor
to rebuild who you truly are for what style skill
that you harbor deep and rooted within.
Humans must balance the carnal, the intellectual
and accept that they are eaten by life but also
that they are the life in which eats themselves.
So a satiation of refilling.
There is no time to correct the folly of human(e)kind(e),
so be it, because it is far too widespread
and the breeding of those unto a lack of pre-frontal cortex specificity
make it a game of hapless souls pulling eachother down in fastidious torrents.
Stupidity is the mainframe in this collective beast survival.
and so souls opting to be in the advance of spirits
may realize very well that the common collective are materialst worshipers
unto which gratification is their main stay and ultimate locking
with no pro-genitive desire to advance.
It was a pendulum stuck on hold which hampered organic evolution
Much like your collective shit-test that caused civil unrest and nearly wiped humanity.
and I ultimately stopped being friends with and speaking with
those who ultimately want the worst for you in the long run
or who want to use you or to mew like a parrot.
I'll stick with the pre-frontal cortex and motion the pendulum or nature to swing.
And the Age of Aquarius is a lot better for when honesty is not impaired
by people's charades of public image.
I knew many retards who just plain hate men because they hate themselves
and in the long run are internal cowards who do not have enough substance
to spread, for when it is the core that they tent and house that impression
of substance to wear for over years.
The Inner Angel is Fierce because it saw right through.
NO SUCKA
I STAY AWAY FROM SUCCUBI SUCKA
I GOT MYSELF THROUGH ON MY OWN SUCKA
WHILE YOU NEED OTHER PEOPLE CONSTANTLY SUCKA
AND YOU CAN'T AND NEVER HAVE BARED THROUGH
WHAT I HAVE SUCKA
SO NOW I'M FREE SUCKA
WHILE THE WORLD KEEPS SIMPIN'
AND WHILE PEOPLE NEED NICHES AND SHIT
YO
BUT I'M REAL SO FUCK OFF SUCKA
TIRED OF FAKE FUCKS SUCKA
SO GET OUTTA MY SPACE
"There is still good music it just gets buried and no industry support.
It's as good as dead as a business outside of industry support."
yeah well what I am doing is supposed to have no chance whatsoever. But my spirit makes it so, anyhow. Like you are supposed to be in the biggest shit in the galaxy if you tap into your own oversoul. see what you are encouraged to do is to tap into the local collective idea where movements are slipped in through "social groups" and then all those pre-emptive subjects are what you are supposed to write your force-talk songs about. subject matter not telling stories or coming up with new mythos or anything. Like you're supposed to preach-talk at people and all that shit.
if you try to or you do draw out of an original ethos you better run for the hills or whatever.
"agreed, actual musicians and micro-scenes exist and can be found
but
my point is that the popular music no longer has a _generational_
representation any more, as it did back in the 20th century.
For that
reason these micro-scenes of authentic musical creativity and product
should be called niche music (instead of popular music)
or ?, pretentious hipster music"
Yes, I know, that's what I've been saying all along!
and these hipsters, boy do they fucking hate me!
but, I am wanting to, focus on....
music ;-)
No, another--- well-funded sound person.. you know, show-bookers and "connects."
If you don't tickle their fancy then you're out, man. you're out.
I'd never kiss their ass and I'm not "in the cool" with them.
Even if I was--- here first that doesnt matter. They get the loans.
They get the money, the connections. So more richo types, like,
we can cover all of that.
We can--- re-do this and re-do that. Be 1970s drug beatniks or whatever.
trace around whats been done already. We're the only revolutions or rebellions
are just inner-wars and harming the self and not seeing the bigger picture.
Start to see the bigger pictures and, man, you're ostricized.
Or be an anti-authoritarian type (whatever that means)
without heavy cash at hand--- like, the gaunty will come in and parasite anything organic or original.
I'm not just outspoken about that here but I'm soul-fire trying to keep itself alive.
Put out the gentri-fyre and soul fire can keep its flame.
but they bought everything up and termited anything that was hurt and pain and rough ongoings that people like me try to turn into a characer or experience or song.
If they dont go through that kind of shit in life, the search for an individuality terms and comes to
them preaching to others how to think and how to live.
The people who need to be preached to don't want to hear about that shit.
Only the spoiled want to go around hearing from one another how great they are and all that.
Its a put on and a self-back pat. Raw music can't emerge from that.
Unless you're trying to be black flag for the 15 millionth time. rollins was a jarhead anyway.
no what happened was rock stars were loaded with drugs and used as directional tools to lampoon the public into thinking that rebelling involved getting ganked on drugs and that fashion was the means of conducting any real change. meanwhile spurying them into identitarian groups later fighting one another and focusing on color schematics and thread-ends rather than classes
pretty much.
Modern earth mother hippie shlucks are atrocious monsters.
They get supported the more "pain" they're in... instability and immaturity are rewarded in their circles
It's pure narcissism. On a very superficial level they're pretending to be distraught about what has happened to their country, but of course they're simply making it all about them so that they can harvest clicks and attention.
I know. But nobody gives a fuck about them anymore.
They dried up. They dried it all up.
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German philosopher Hans Georg Moeller describes our new way of presenting ourselves to the world as "profilicity", the shaping of identity through the curation, display, and validation of profiles. This is a shift from the pursuit of authenticity to a focus on how one is perceived by others. Identity is formed through second-order observation, where individuals adapt their self-presentation based on how they believe others perceive them. This approach to identity formation is closely tied to the rise of social media and the internet, where profiles have become the dominant means of presenting oneself. Moeller argues that profilicity reflects a cultural shift away from the idea of a "true self" towards a fluid, performative conception of identity. The women whacking the ground with sticks are like performative artist adding an item to their online portfolio, except the expressions are building a 'person' rather than a body of works of art.
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sounds like a bunch of shlock to me!
There's an entire generation of people out there who were taught their whole lives that shame is a bad thing. Turns out, shame was pretty useful.
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