I did this...months ago. Attempting to be artistic in the late hours of the night/early hours of morning. Today I looked at it again and I thought,"What...the..(bleep noise here) was I thinking?"It's not like it's evil. It's bad art (I'm not artistic. You know.) but it's not like...degenerate. I love that word by the way. It's me.Unfortunately I cannot remember any of my mid-night thoughts...

...being imprisoned. I don't care what they did. If s/he's really an anarchist, all the way through, then it was the right thing to do.From Anarchy Comics #4, published 1987:On the night of March 3 1982 teenager Jimmy Heather-Hayes hurled two petrol bombs into the local police station in the West London suburb of Teddington. The blast and flames caused minimal damage and injured no one.Although he...

So today I finally buckled (no pun) and bought the standard punk ("emo" kids use it too) poser studded belt. You know the one:Now, I know I can only wear this belt if I do NOT wear any other standard punk fashion, such as Converse, wilde hair, and eyebrow piercings, because that's just plain cliché. But I figured if I wore it with my grungy naturally-ripped jeans (I do a lot of sliding on floors...

Rockstars a decade or two my senior fuelling my teenage angst-sex hormones making me hate everyone for not being fantastically beautiful/messed up.My warped view on others mostly stems from my view of myself, but allow me to generalize for a moment.QuoteI hate everyone, except rockstars.Of course, it's not true. But it's sort of a passing idea. I don't like anyone in real life. I don't think of...