You wake up at 7am, get out of bed and do morning stretches. You lumber to the bathroom. You take a shower and softly wheep. Another day in this hell, another day of repeating the same boring task and duties. You exit your shower, dry off, brush your hair. You go back to your room and select your outfit. You ask yourself if you can get away with that skirt that's a little short, you ask yourself if you can wear that shirt with a grenade on it. You ask yourself if you can get away with your own individual style. You can't, they'll stop you. You go downstairs and eat your breakfast. What is it this morning? Cap'n crunch? Always, always the same thing.
You leave your house and wait for the bus. The same old man is smiling at you in his creepish ways but you do the same as well, brush it off and pretend it isn't reality. You light a morning smoke and act like you don't have a care in the world. The bus arrives and it's the same driver, you show him your bus pass and continue to your usual seat. You sit there pondering what today will be like. Will you enjoy english class today? did you do all your homework? Oh shit did you forget it at home? These are the questions you ask yourself every grueling and sluggish day.
You get off the bus and arrive at school. You go across the street and enjoy one last smoke before you enter that wretched place again. The usual crowd is there, all of you ignoring eachother, occasionally asking eachother for a smoke. You finish it and go inside. Your heart doesn't race before entering these oh so dead but alive walls. You feel nothing at all. You slog to your locker and put everything you don't need in there. You hear slurs all around you, you hear about jon having sex with someone, or katie wearing that scandelous outfit. You ignore it like usual because it's just the same boring talk.
Well I laugh at you! Just like those before me I laugh! Your life is so miserable and you do nothing about it. You wake up get ready eat walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk sit listen walk study work sleep then repeat. You do this everyday! I ask you why and all you answer with is "because" but lay out no good reason. You do this so you can go to college, you go to college to get a good job. What do you do when you get a job though? Why does your mind pretend like working as an adult is going to be magical? Oh you can now legally by your smokes eh? I laugh at that!
Like those before me I am laughing. How is it men like Bruno Flippe and Renzo Novatore are still right? How are we still locked in these chains of slavery and oppression. How is it our minds make up false realities so we can go about our days so blindly? We dream of having freedom as youth. It's all we talk about. Oh how excited we are to be able to buy smokes legally, and alcohol. Oh how excited we are to be able to do what we want and not have parents tell us what to do. We dream of that, yet, that dream is a lie, a lie we can't see. We are blinded by adults and this world!
Do not let them take away your sense of self. Do not let them mold you and teach you and eventually control you. The teachers will tell you "but I am on your side" when they are not. The teachers, they pretend to support us, but they want to control us just as much as capitalism and the state. They enforce the dress codes, they report you to the administration offices for skipping. They break up the fights, they don't stop the bullying. They depend on your subordination to exist! Reject them just as you reject your parents authority. Reject all authority!
Today, before you go to school ask yourselves, why? What is the point in all of this? Why am I learning science when I will probably work in a cubicle, or be sent to prison? Because it is part of the spectacle. They want to give you illusions of choice. What is the point in picking your electives or lanuage classes when you won't even use them? Ask yourself "Will today be any differant?" And come to your own conclusions
They present you with the illusion of choice while limiting your individual spirit.
I present you with the choice of freedom, or slavery.
Think long and hard comrades, for obtaining freedom is a struggle, and like all struggles hardships will be met, but they will be worth it. Free from long hours of useless studying. Free from being forced to learn about subjects that show no interest to you. Free from subjugation.
Hurry comrade, shoot the policeman, the judge, the boss, the principal. Now, before a new police prevent you.
Hurry to say No, before the new repression convinces you that
saying no is pointless, mad, and that you should accept the hospitality
of the mental asylum.
Hurry to attack capital before a new ideology makes it sacred to
Hurry to refuse work before some new sophist tells you yet again
that “work makes you free”."
Hurry to play. Hurry to learn. Hurry to arm yourselves