i had just about enough with this bullshit. I am grateful that you have given me birth, you have fed and clothed me and supported me till now. But I am not a puppet off the strings of your tennis shoes that you control for life. I got my own shit to do, i have my own life to live. As soon as i get a full time job, i am out of here. My life will not be lived in the shadows of yours. I do not exist solely to be under your control. Freedom had long been sought after by means of war, and war is about to break out if i am imprisoned any longer. Independence is at grasp and i will leap for it at the first sign. There needs to be some kind of fucking parenting school for those that are just not doing that shit right.
- October 5
- , 2011
So the shortish version of why I have this, with all these advancements in technology, we’re losing human to human contact. We’re riding the line of becoming cold, drone-like machines. Which kind of ties into a song “Three Wishes” by The Pierces. “We’d be so less fragile, if we’re made from metal and our hearts from iron and our minds from steel. And if we built an armor for our tender bodies could we love each other? Would we strive to feel?”. I’m completely in love with it. Done by Mike Helz. Stingray Body Art, Allston MA.
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