Aggravated by Apathy.

Etched on your skin in a flashy display of permanence is the exact opposite. Your flighty morals, your ever-shifting ideals, your lifestyle that will veer to encompass what ever is easiest at any given time... it's all there on the surface. And what's worse is it's not just you. It's an epidemic, sweeping the population and contaminating those far and near. Nothing means anything, anymore. In the frantic search for constant stimulation, anything goes--As long as it's watered-down. There is a no-holds-barred attack on anything of value; truth is painful because it forces you to examine the possibility of change. And when everyone's footloose and fancy free, who'd want to change anyway? Happiness has become the god you worship from front porches, never once considering stepping out into reality.

There may be a glorious solidity of knowledge "out there," but you'll never know. You're too encombred by the grey fog into which you've unknowingly chosen to dive headfirst. The scent of comfort has intoxicated your senses, and it's mark is tattooed on your flesh.

I like Andy Warhol and Jack Kerouac because they don't mince around the fact that there is an "IT." They are not blind or deaf to the knowledge of an alternate (but parallel) reality that is undiscovered to most. Not only do they know it, they address it, alerting the masses and inspiring those in the know.

'YOU HAVE TO DO THINGS AVERAGE PEOPLE DON'T UNDERSTAND BECAUSE THOSE ARE THE ONLY GOOD THINGS." -WARHOL

"Dean and I both swayed to the rythm and the IT of our final excited joy in talking and living to the blank tranced end of all innumerable riotous angelic particulars that had been lurking in our souls all our lives..."Sal, think of it, we'll dig Denver together and see what everyone's doing although that matters little to us, the point being that we know what IT is and we know TIME and we know that everything is really FINE."

-On The Road; pg. 209