So where are all those Punk kids that came round my house that day? Are they all boring adults? Are they still out on the edge? Have they still got the passion? Did they burn out and drop in?
Is there any purpose to this youthful rebellion and angst? Is it inevitable that we grow up and become boring adults caught up in the rut of making a living?
Where’s the wonder?
Where’s the awe?
Where’s the drive to grab it by the ears and wrench life’s head off?
Where’s the fury?
Where’s the desire?
Where’s the spirit that says ‘Fuck It’ every time you see something wrong!
Where’s the will to believe that all us human beings are not fuck-ups, we can learn, we can get better, we can put it right!
We don’t have to be vicious, superstitious greedy bastards!
We can share!
We can learn to live with each other!
FOR FUCK’S SAKE!
WE CAN LIVE ON THIS PLANET WITHOUT DESTROYING IT, EVERY LIVING THING THAT BREATHES (AND OURSELVES IN THE PROCESS)!
WE CAN!
I KNOW WE CAN!
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