organic grass

This is America. There’s a sickness that’s going around, but it’s not quite a virus or disease. It more has to do with malnutrition, and the various literal and metaphorical poisons we consume on a daily basis. It has invaded our senses: what we hear and see, taste and touch, and breathe. We have a steady diet of junk, drugs, poison, and lies.

But does it really matter? Is there anything anyone can do about it? What can we Consume other than the poison that is given to us?

Well, if you knew you were being fed poison, wouldn’t you try and start to grow your own food, or get it from someone you know and trust? If the movies and music you gorge yourself with slowly dehumanize you, wouldn’t you and your friends want to go out and make your own? If all the six-o-clock news showed was the latest serial killer or pedophile, while all the people around do not in the slightest resemble anything like a psychopath or child molester, wouldn’t you question the almighty television’s depiction of “reality”?

Miraculously, we do have a small amount of freedom amid innumerable oppressors. I suggest you use it, before even that is taken away.

I do see people using this freedom on the internet, and these people have given me SO much hope. Because I now see truth instead of lies; hope instead of fear; love instead of hate.

This is because of the spirit of punk rock: do-it-yourself, organic, grass-roots, it has many names. Here the money worshiping pied piper, carelessly shoving garbage down the throats of children is not the only option. You can choose the delectable, nutritious, home-grown morsel your neighbor grew instead. And here the fear-mongers lose their power to lone voices of truth. Kingdoms will fall at the feet of a lone prophet.

As vast armies grow in our cities to protect us from ourselves, as staggeringly evil corporate entities steal the labor and lives of the public, as our beloved big brother sprouts more and more eyes in the cities to protect and preserve, as this evil grows and spreads like a cancer through the streets and cities and capitals and nations, there is still hope of life, and this hope lies in our greatest gift.

This spirit of punk rock relies on this gift, and that is humanity’s ability to CREATE. To go organic, do it yourself, grass-roots. Don’t rely on a supposedly well-meaning devil to do it for you. Don’t fill yourself with junk, then buy the drugs to fix it when the problems come. Don’t buy soulless manufactured music when there are Real people who have stories and songs to share. Don’t watch the news, when you can tell the world what goes on in your own backyard. Don’t pay some entity all your money to make babies for you–CREATE as many as you want yourself! It takes hard work, but it will be worth it, because it will save the world, and your soul. Because this is what humans are meant to do: create. Any real human being is a punk rocker, because creating is what punk rockers do.

Humans, punk rockers, create, while monsters, all they can do is destroy.

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