Tooling for fools: A manifesto of repetition.

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Often the act of saying something is not worth the effort.

Punk rock was Dada for the people, though, in effect it was populist surrealism as viewed as a happening. 

Metal is less pretentious but creates many of the same affects and ironically seems more pretentious because of the passion it inspires

Hardcore the soundtrack of hooligans you don't want to mess with equating artistic integrity with being afraid of being beat up... it is art as fascism.

This is not a manifesto but THE manifesto.

DADA Rock n' roll is Dad rock in practice.

It's is the belief that denying the existence of the wheel is not the creation of an alternative to it.

YES: Pere Ubu did it first.

NO: that that does not mean it is not vital.

Rock N' Roll is the soundtrack of rebellion.

Resistance is necessary in world the will not allow existence of dignity.

If you can resist the slow creeping march of the death cult we call fascism there is NO REASON you should not be listening to ROCK N' ROLL.

YES: the narrative of artistic integrity and maturity undermines my belief in finding joy in suffering (life) as a act of resistance..

NO: It does NOT prove a damn thing.

YES: I am aware that there is not a damn thing stopping me from listening to whatever I want.

NO: that does not mean it should not be said that corporate marketing has a investment in the death of the human spirit.and any aesthetic inspires it to rebel.

Almost any dream can be set to a guitar riff droning in 4/4-time.

Rock N' Roll is defined by google as "a type of popular dance music originating in the 1950s, characterized by a heavy beat and simple melodies." That is all you need to share the meaning of life.

I will die on this hill. I will go down bullshit blazing in the flames of all consuming fire singing death metal rendition of Buddy Holly's song Not Fade Away (only stopping to cough up a loose tooth or blood from the hits I endure for simply wanting to share in the one love that is reality).

My voice is not required for the song to be sung.

The song will be sung.

It was written by God and is necessary information as are they.


 

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