A Writer's Manifesto.I am your neighborhood whore of self-assurance. I am your lock-lipped student. I am every angst-ridden teenager, every heart-aching mother, every boy with a bass guitar. And I am a writer.More Like This
I know the strength of the pen and the impact of digital words. Ill tell you of abandonment that Ive never suffered, of love never lost, and touch Ive never felt. I know the sensation of inspiration struck at midnight, of swallowing native ideas, of embracing a language of words never spoken. Im every sick child you picked on, every boy you cheated on, every adolescent brave enough to pick up a pen, every person who had the guts enough to make a difference on paper. Im what you wish you were in a place you want. Im alive in the red glow of lamplight, I breathe in the scratched ideas on a diarys blank pages. I know the envy of talent surpassed and the anger of muse lost and I use everything you toss to the garbage as my ink.
Im every song you hate
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Our emotional state of choice is ecstacy,
Our nourishment of choice is love,
Our addiction of choice is technology,
Our religion of choice is music,
Our currency of choice is knowledge,
Our politics of choice is none,
Our society of choice is utopian, though we know it will never be.
You may hate us, you may dismiss us, you may misunderstand us, you may be unaware of our existence, we are not criminals, we are not disillusioned, we are not drug addicts , we are not naive children, we are one massive global, tribal village, that transcends man-made laws, physical geography, and time itself, we are The Massive, One Massive.
We were first drawn by the sound from far away, the thunderous muffled , echoing beat was comparable to a mothers heart soothing a child in her womb of concrete, steel and electric wiring.
We were drawn back into this womb , and there in the heat, dampness and darkness of it all we came to accept that we are all equal.
Not only to the darkness , and to ourselves, but