He tore away at the leg of a goat underneath a bridge to amplify the
protest against the ethic of hard work. The sun was slowly descending
down to the West. He could feel the Law slip away. The goat was stuck
between his teeth and yet he didn't mind. He wore it well. He chose
punk rock of all the subcultures possible. He wanted to justify his
need not to take care of hygiene by entering punk where hygiene was to
be opposed. As such he didn't need to lift a finger in many areas of
his life. When the fat rests on the frying pan, it melts and swims
around the periphery of the pan. As such he became a pile of maneuer
sitting idlely on the interstate. To sleep here one became crazy
enough to go around at night with the headlights off. His love for a
few things narrowed his growth down to that which he enjoyed doing..
and that which he enjoyed he became incredibly proficient at it. The
wisdom that occured inside of him, came at the price of brain damage.
The more cells he eliminated the smarter he became ultimately. With so
much wisdom inside of him, he was well insulated.. though those who
were his guardians beat the living shit outta him.. He looked through a
kungfu text and singlehandedly mastered kungfu. After defeating those
who supervised his life, sleeping became a fact of life.. since the
goal ultimately lied in rebellion.
A Piece of Work/A Piece of Shit (By Seung Kim)
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