Everyday Is Saturday When You Have No Job

I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like

I want to be just like all the different people

I have no further interest in being the same,

because I have seen difference all around,

and now I know that that’s what I want

 

I don’t want to blend in and be indistinguishable,

I want to be part of the different crowd,

and assert my individuality along with others

who are different like me

 

I don’t want to be identical to anyone or anything

I don’t even want to be identical to myself

I want to look in the mirror and wonder,

“who is that person? I’ve never seen that person before;

I’ve never seen anyone like that before.”

I want to call into question the very idea that

identity can be attached

 

I want to be a floating, shifting, ever changing persona:

Invisibility and obscurity,

detachment from the ego and all of it’s pursuits.

Unity is useless

Conformity is competitive and divisive and leads only to

stagnation and death.

If what I’m saying doesn’t make any sense,

that’s because sense cannot be made

It’s something that must be sensed

And I, for one, am incensed by all of this complacency

Why oppose war only when there’s a war?

Why defend the clinics only when they’re attacked?

Why are we always reactive?

Let’s activate something

Let’s fuck shit up

Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it?

Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular, just protesting

cause it’s Saturday and there’s nothing else to do?

 

(stolen from John S Hall, because he is right)

About The Head Seminarian

I might be the nicest person you'll ever meet, but if you don't believe me, that is because I hate you. I went to war, I went to father, I came, I saw, and it is a mess. I wouldn't have it any other way. Shitty people amuse me, people who act like human volcanoes fascinate me like fine art. Life is beautiful, and it is under attack in a manner heretofore unseen in history. I came to remind you of this, not make it worse. I might be writing a blog. Yes, that's all I am doing, now that I think about it. If you have a bad memory, you will forget this. Even I forget sometimes, so we're cool.

Posted on January 19, 2011, in Uncategorized and tagged . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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