The hesitation that desecrates the spontaneous streak weaving its way in and out has become intolerable. When did satisfaction become a mere strike against anything conventional? When did decency and toleration become catalysts for the bored and weak-minded?
Blah, mere thoughts that reconcile themselves at the base of my mind, or "the bottom of my mind" as my friend Sarah would say. Life takes its turns, revs its engine and fuels the fire we carry within us, but it is with this significant passage that we learn who we truly are. So many things have been thrown at me these past months where I feel it is one big test, and the question is whether or not I will succumb or I will overcome.
On a musical note, I have lately been listening to The Stooges first album, The Stooges. It's excellent. Everytime I hear I Wanna Be Your Dog, it takes me to a place where rock n' roll is dirty, greasy, grimy and everything that I love about it. Iggy Pop may not have the most excellent of voices, but what he does is pure magic. Definitely a good buy for anybody who is into good rock n' roll, especially rock n' roll that breeded the future of punk rock. I think it was a combination of The Stooges and Patti Smith that led the revolution of rock n' roll toward a direction where people were misguided, but that was okay.
I shall take my leave, seeing as how my ride is about to leave me. Peace people. Don't give up. Never know fear!
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