As we walked towards the car my dogtags made a clinging noise that made me picture two dogs tearing eachother into nothing but slabs of bloody meat. One of them still had the word Sipralexa pounded into it. The moment I stopped taking those pills it felt like a revelation. That's anti-depressants for you. The problem is, it eats up all the horrifying suicidal tendencies and dark thoughts but also highjacks your extreme sensations of satisfaction along with it. Also it reduces the effects of acid so back to hell with that evil stuff! My mate who is now on anti-epilepticum chuckled in agreement.
"We have no time to bitch about anything!" I belted out, although we are heading for a metal festival where the music is inspired by unrefined anger and pure hate. I wanted to get there fast, no time to spare. After all, this black circus of clowns covered in white facepaint and spikes, moshing with worn down combat boots on their feet to Mastodon's "Blood And Thunder" only lasted three days.
In these times of crisis metal music is becoming more and more popular. In the same way beer stocks go up. As long as the workers don't go on strikes that is. In desperate times people have a bigger need to let loose. Ofcourse daily burdens, so called obligations and a conservative society ruled by tight ass employers with visions bigger than they can handle, withhold them from doing so. So you either get psychopaths who go homicidal or you get metalheads drinking themselves into oblivion while raising their fists to all kinds of soundtracks to the Apocalypse. Which may very well be happening already, be it even slower than drone metal. 2012 seems about right for it's peak.
So here we are. The year is 2010. Less than two years to spare. Some get nervous, some panic, some don't give a crap. I belong to the large latter group. Although I am curious about what events will unfold in the upcoming years. We're already in the middle of tsunami's, earthquakes, tornadoes, floods, an economic crisis... and it's only gonna get worse. I have the feeling that this is a crucial time for mankind and planet Earth. Reason the more to celebrate life and try to have a damn good fucking time. Whatever it takes. And for me that would be taking the things I love as far as possible. Extremes of whatever kind make a man feel alive. It reminds you of the agony your mother had to go through as she shoved you out of her womb as it were. And to what purpose? Only God knows. This is no time to be wasting your life working jobs you hate. Everything you know, everything you took for granted is crumbling and you might as well embrace it. Ride the wave, anything else is pointless and cuts into the time you have left to feel what you are meant to feel: alive.
I have no idea where this is going. But I'd like to hear your opinion.
I'm gonna write down all my thoughts about an upcoming metal festival I'm gonna go to with enough booze and acid to make an elephant fuck himself with his slurf. So should I go on with this drivle?