Punk shame

Blitz punk squat
Old 80s
Stuck in the 80s
Wild
Neuro divergent
Altered reality
Shows
Lots of stimuli
Always something going
On


I am ashamed. I think the people there’s political effort amounts to nothing. They seem lazy in my snobby eyes.
But their activism amounts to the repression of nazis and the uplifting of minority voices. A small hope of rejecting work and Hussle culture. Embracing laziness. And loneliness. And messiness. In a productive way. A culture of compassion and mutual care around. Madness, sadness and dysfunction (both the individual and collective ).


Embracing shame.
Maybe it’s a sign.

I am ashamed of not embracing my own shame.

I am ashamed of being a punk. Well I am a poder at best.

I am a bad punk. A meek punk. A systems thinker In a system of traditions about breaking with systems.

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I am a bad punk.
I like everything everywhere all at once.

I like the feeling of safety I get from good leaders. And good leadership.

I like being everywhere fitting in nowhere.


I like my privileges.
And I don’t share them enough.
I like to keep my comforts to myself.
I am angry at the world. But apathic.
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I don’t go to demonstrations they are to loud. To unruly. To massive to much to think about. To few friends there too.

But I’m gonna keep being performative. A poser. And maybe my posing also help.

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