Now, read this with a grain of salt. It's a post my son sent to the lead guitarist in his band who is Casey Jones'n it out in Cali...Even if his views may seem whack, the boy does know how to word things..lol..He writes music also.
hey you fuck! your very existance is blasphamous...and thats why we all miss you so much...when will you arrive to tell us of your journeys in search of the american dream on the roads of a corrupted and dilluted land that was glorious before the coming of the "white man" and the hate he brings with him...i too have had time to ponder a great many things and have come to many meaningful desicions, at least in terms of what i intend to do with the hand that our twisted sadist of a creator has delt me in giving me lynn and seven for parents...but im finding more and more through thought that the old saying is true, "there is more than one way to skin a cat" and having said that there is more than one way to live a life. everyone cannot be happy or at peace with the same old stereosypical 1950's version of what a successful person is or is not. i consider my self a success every morning that a wake up, because i have survived another day in this forsaked world in which i would love to save...but alas there can be no peace among the power-trippers and no hope amongst the money hungry. and even if the majority of the masses could agree on some fucking terms to clean up the mess man has made out of his existance since the very first accounts of human history...um i lost my train of thought but the point i was getting to is that no matter what not every can be made happy by the same means.people are different from one another and thus so are their needs. i simply wish for the right to pursue my own destiny at my own disgression. but we are all being raped of the rights that are unwritten...and when written are only pretty lies and hollow promises. and to sum up this random and, most likley incoherent topic i have brought to your quaint little websight. are 2 major thoughts: firstly understand that the rightious path is one that leads only to dispair and dissent; and the fact that knowing that you cannot win on the rightious path and taking it anyway can be mans only salvation. 3 months, 27 days, 22 hours and 9 minuets until im free of the chains that bind me as a minor and i can slip on the shackles that accompany adult-hood. i will not be broken.i will not be broken.i will not be broken."i stand my ground, wont be pushed around, you can stand me up at the gates of hell but i wont back down"
i love you man...you are my brother forever and always...and i patiently await the day the we set off on the path of failure in an attempt to save the world through music...because i believe that with our words...perhaps we can inspire someone greater than our selves in some distant time to start the fires of revoloution.
nothin' but peace and unity
bacon
