I make it a general practice to trust the general public. How unfit to this world can one be? For this culture. For these clothes. I make it a general practice to to base action on experience and not inaction on fears fed from abstract facts and analysis. I wish to find my tribe. I wish to find gravitational pull.. I wish to be stiffed the new American dream so I can pursue the forgotten one, strong among those looking for a better life not better lies in the eyes of of so many youths, drugged and drug down, holding the ground like a comfort blanket. I wish I wasn't made to feel crazy, shameless, unrealistic and immoral whenever I demand or excercise what I deserve. Life is less a right and moreso life. Liberty and the pursuit of happiness have become tight squeezes; frustrating and seeming not worth it, but like birth it brings you into a scary beautiful new world with a slap. Our culture is modern with a new sort of womb worn like a well-fitting white glove; playing off of illusion like thinning colours & v-necks. You will be reborn naked; make it a general practice. Where is my tribe?

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