Give it up for everyone doing what they are told when they are told to do it.  I admire the controlling wisdom of their superiors.

I think with power just like that…

Buddha never asked you to change your ways, he only found a way for peace.  Jesus might not like the celebration of the very device which he was nailed to.  Nail yourself to something, you’ll get what I’m saying.

…think with power just like that, there…

I consider how many books you’ve read, songs you’ve written, wounds of others you have healed, wounds of others you have inflicted, lives of others you have truly touched, impacting events which you attended, how deeply you wanted, loved, swam, how hard you tried, cried, and ran, how loud you screamed and how well you danced as substantial measurements of what makes a man.  Not the speed of your car, size of your house, truck, dick, burger, fries, screen, or workout machine.  I am not impressed with your job, your candidate for president, your stroke of luck or your ACT score, and I am certainly lacking of any enthusiasm for how well you tolerate that awful beer you drink.

…with power just like that, there could…

The human body was never meant to withstand the trauma you put upon its shoulders with swivel chairs under fluorescent lights, fast-food-induced-overweight-gluttonous-if-you-only-realized-how-much-money-you-are-wasting-stomachs, stress over things that would not bother a more confident person or ever exist in a simpler economy or without a bullshit democracy, so don’t stuff yourself with perfectly pointless, pathetic pills or whine to your doctor.

…power just like that, there could be…

All the ramen noodles in the world can feed the hungry, and its unfortunate they are only feeding the hungry-minded who are too poor to offend any other food after their saving went to the university that may or may not actually prepare them for the road ahead.  Gasoline and good friends in shotgun and loveseat are what you really need to tackle a road without metaphors, and if the metaphorical road is in question, I sincerely hope you think before you answer, you damn, dirty, ape.  Trim that fur and roll in mud, I mean shave what is supposed to keep your body warm where is skin is sensitive , cut off what would otherwise be dreadlocked, and if you’re a fair enough maiden, disguise yourself with a Marilyn Monroe magazine model mask then wonder why you still aren’t pretty enough.  It must be hard to be yourself when you’re in the half of your gender spending all its time and money chasing someone else suggest beauty was.

...just like that, there could be freedom…

By now you must surely realize I am not blowing smoke; I am blowing steam.  The spills of society splash, and are heated by the rising temperature of everyone who has ever said something new, worn something else, kissed whoever they wanted or shouted anything in a crowded room.  Steam, my sisters.  Steam, my brothers.  Amongst the phrases commonly shouted, my ears were fond of “Anarchy”, “Revolution”, “I love you”, and “Viva la Vie Boheme”, but I would be even fonder of anything you have to say, as long as you say it loud enough.  Steam.

…like that, there could be freedom for…

I dare adventurers and gamers to take back, visionaries and cameramen to take back, authors and poets to take back, composers and virtuosos to take back, players and playwrights to take back, dancers and painters and sculptors and designers off all that is real and fresh to take back what the masses have robbed from them.  Retrieve the magic of original work, and a devoted and understanding culture in which art can be raised happily ever after.

…that, there could be freedom for us…

All who walk this spinning, orbiting rock are capable of great things. Few choose to see this.  All have the power to change.  Seldom does anyone really do much for others.  All breathe the same air, drink the same water, and run in the same but disappearing fields and woods.  But there are those who draw boundaries.  All ore just as unlikely to have existed in the first place, and are going to decompose into the dame dirt, passing on like Dust in the wind.  Why does a book of nonsense keep so many in the dark?  All are strong.  None are weak.

…there could be freedom for us all.

(Thank you all, ladies and gentlemen and everything in between.  Thank you for your time and thoughts.  Go forward.)