Let’s.

The Creatures Who Survive.

Forget it. Forget everything. Forget whatever you’ve been taught. Burn it all to the ground. So let’s. Let’s destroy the structure itself and completely lose our goddamn minds. Let’s disassociate from this reality and exist in a new one. Let’s make our own rules. Our “fearless” leaders seem to be doing it, why not the rest of us. Let’s really show them what happens when we all agree to go feral and do as we please. Let’s show ourselves all the pleasures we deserve. Let’s stop asking for permission followed by a please. If it pleases, then do.

Let’s embrace rebellion. Let’s play the music so loud that it’s offensive to clear thinking and a commander of free behavior. Let’s say fuck it as often as possible, let’s let those chips fall where they may and lets see where caution lands when left to the whimsy of the wind. Let’s not just “live a little”, let’s live a lot and on goddamn purpose. Let’s do it with chutzpah. Let’s be deranged and charismatic. Let’s.

Let’s leave survival to the amateurs and thrive in deviance. Let’s jump into cold bodies of water, dance inside rings of chaos, flirt with risk, and let’s be exactly ourselves. To hell with insecurities and awkwardness; Death to holding back and being too scared to be happy. Let’s just say fuck that and let’s say it on the count of 3. Let’s not forget that we are all on borrowed time and let’s not let anyone waste what time we have. Let’s finally just say fuck it.

Let’s eat pancakes for dinner and devour steaks for breakfast. Let’s wear the band’s shirt to the band’s show because who fucking cares and why is that even a thing?! Let’s have our cake and eat it too, let’s say exactly what we’re thinking, let’s break every rule. Let’s make shit uncomfortable. Let’s make it all matter because it seems nothing does. Let’s just have a real good time, all the time. Let’s not blame it on the moon or the planets, let’s blame no one and let’s take credit. Let’s. Let’s finally say fuck it.

On the count of 3…