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Dear James,
I'm not very punk rock. Not even a little bit. I entered middle age and I was definitely going to smell for the first time that many little insults would have encountered. I wear wise shoes with gel insoles to design scientifically to relieve pain and discomfort of plantar fasciitis. I have a long and detailed conversation about insurance.
However, in my heart, I believe everything is statistical. This virtue is impossible. The system smashes us all under its ruthless wheels. I told the lively joke, which showed the cruelty of existence and only received a blank gaze. If the world perished in flames, I'm sure it wouldn't be more than it should be.
So my question to you is very simple: What is this lifestyle?
Also: Can you recommend any good band?
Dear readers,
My friend, you're the tip of the gel-tucked toe. Don't worry. Sorry, no one is digging into your empty humor. Maybe work a little on your material to soften the edges and make it feel tactile with the mainstream touch? In my experience, everyday words can absorb a lot of savage and ridiculous absurdity, to doom and so on (those things are very relevant!) - as long as you are not as aggressive or mindful as you are. As long as you aren't too punk rock.
In your larger perspective: how do we live, walk on the road, and keep moving forward in the world when so many worlds are obviously an evil farce? ((With a big pause, the columnist advised to enjoy coffee, stare out the window and consider the issue.Of course, punk rock singers are not the first to have such insights: poets and prophets always knew it. No one is more punk rock than the unknown author of the missionary. Or John Donne. Or Sylvia Plath. or the author of the Psalm, with certain moods.
The trick, I think, is to use this vision of the world as a stimulus, rather than a philosophical endpoint. Don't let it close; let it wake you up. Use it to enhance the senses and archive encounters to the keen edges. Here's it: All are boll bones, everyone is dead, but wow, this bag of Dunkin'Donuts snackin'Bacon tastes great. Or: This is all boll bone, everyone is dead, so why don’t I help this old man shopping? Use it, this flame of disgust to perfect your language!
Regarding the band, I have a word for you: Godfresh. ((The voices of Godfresh fans across the United States succumbed to gratitude agreement.) Everything is there. Beautiful, horror, low end purifying the lower end of the intestines, the guitar tone scrapes plaques from your heart. from Psalm.
Want to be calm,
James
Dear James,
What are some great movies this year?
Dear readers,
The last great movie I've seen is friendship. The deep embarrassing person (Tim Robinson) is absorbed by the stern speed to Charmed Friend of Smooth Bro (Paul Rudd) (Paul Rudd) and then (even suddenly suddenly) gets hyped. At this point, he shouted desperately: "You made me feel too free! You accepted me too quickly!" Genius.
The feet are in the back row,
James
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