"Fuck the system, man."

Save your breath, kid. Yeah, I know. You're trying to push. You're trying to stand. You're trying to rise. You're trying to revolt against "the system" by dying your hair blue and piercing your cock with a spike.
You're trying too hard.
Your mantra is, "Fuck the world. That shit revolves around me, man. So fuck off."
Yeah yeah, I know.
I used to be there, too. But now I'm 27 years old and at 27 you begin to realize some things. All that shit you believed in and all the points you were trying to make (with your songs, your "art," whatever) were bogus. That belief system is a byproduct of growing up. Unconsciously you're denying the facts. There is no grand scheme to oppress you and your thoughts. The very CEOs that you detest are just as lost as you; they simply make more money than you do. There is no order. There is no system.
There is a reason why Kurt Cobain killed himself at 27. It's no accident that Jimi, Janis, the Lizard King and the other members of the "27 Club" died at this age. Some people have a strong allergic reaction to bullshit. Others know that bullshit isn't bullshit - it just is.

Bullshit is being dumped by your girlfriend on Xmas Eve.
Bullshit is a flat tire.
Bullshit is being fired.
Bullshit is losing your keys.
Bullshit is a nice, sunny afternoon.
Bullshit is red.
Bullshit is a tree.
Bullshit is air.
Bullshit is.

mc