Stuck in the heat out in Shanghai, I'm feeling the bored. My room is dirty, the cat stinks, music on my headphones, dark curtains to hide from the light, nothing to do. Obviously, I have too much time on my hand. Freedom is the greatest commodity, too much of it and you whither, not enough and you slowly die without taking time to notice the beauty of the world, it should be marked ''handle with care''.
Listening to Wu-Tang, big beats knock my ear. I've got more soul than skill.
This blog is about lost teenagers in the city playing video games, skipping classes, drinking beer, smoking joints, bashing society, reactionaries, lost souls, mercenaries, friends, strangers, wild hearts, honest hard working people, god loving religious folks and their atheist brothers, animal lovers and their killers, abortion, politics, philosophy, economy, vocal procrastination, poetry, music, and whatever else .
Lost teenagers are adults, lost control over their own lives, but at night they become Rebels of the Neon God, the heroes of life. Resist the giant billboards, crazy advertisements, flashing TV screens, endless pop sounds, consumer junk, market media. Resist the wave and make you own life, rock to your own beat, make the soundtrack to your movie. Mistakes must not be repeated, lives must be lived at 100% with minimum interference from the Neon Gods...
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