These things we put so much energy into can seem so pointless at times. There are days when I feel utterly helpless and everything I do -write, sketch, whatever, serves no purpose. For all the analysis, criticism, thought and care we put into the this stuff, it's just a dumb hobby. Nothing I ever wrote, or art I created has stopped a neighbourhood from being sold out, or a friend from dying, or a shit law from being passed. Those are the days when punk shows generate fights and gossip. These are the days that no one means anything they say. Ever have one of them days?
Though sometimes I can't help but feel I am doing a good thing. Maybe even if nothing amazing comes from the things I create, I am living like I wanted to in the first place -like I've already won. Damn! I just don't know how to say it.
Even on those great days though, kids are starving, guns are being bought with money from cocaine harvested by wage slaves serving under a dictator put into power in some third world country to monitor the economic interests of a much larger, whiter, industrialized nation -a nation which keeps its people busy with meaningless shit jobs to keep the illusion of prosperity under capitalism intact!
Er, yeah... ever have one of them days?
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