mappedbywhatsurroundedthem:

Go the fuck outside. Rob a bank. Read a book. Find somebody who’ll give you head. Scream your own name into a chasm. Sit in the sun and feel godlike. Buy a weapon. Masturbate. Go swim somewhere illegal. Hang out with animals. Cook a nine-course meal for your friends. Get drunk and cry. Throw up on public property and shout about Tolstoy. Ride a train. Ride a bus. Tell someone off. Smash something important. Climb a tree and read a book. WRITE a book. Be sweet to a baby and let them know all Americans aren’t monsters. Drop out of school. Remember atrocity. Make your own everything. Stay up all night and walk around the city alone. Learn that you can be a patriot for the land while still hating the government (be a patriot for the deserts, the plains, the mountains, the buffalo, for 250 years of good books.) Find the best genius which is the genius that speaks plainly. Surprise everyone. Grow something from a seed. Emulate Joyce or Faulkner. Learn about Real anarchism. Talk to a dog. Go visit Rich and throw your knife into a river. Read some Bart Schaneman. Listen to Damon Moon. Sing. Sleep in. Quit your job. Make a zine. Start a war within yourself. Break a law. Destroy all uncandid thought. Open your heart to the sky. Live.

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