When you (collectively or hypothetically) get so fed up with the gaslighting, the minimizing, the invalidation, the condescension, the general travesty of what constitutes society. It is such a slippery slope to avoid pulling a Jim Gordon (session musician, most notably worked with Eric Clapton as Derek & the Dominoes, played the piano coda on "Layla")
(appropriately enough, They Might Be Giants' "Why Must I Be Sad" is streaming as I post.
Living through a couple of involuntary hospitalizations, I fear custody of any type to go through with any attempts to put people out of MY misery. But it is far better that I hole up with a fifth of vodka, a 2L of Coke, a laptop and a guitar. Even still, pages from The Anarchist's Cookbook run through my mind
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Let's go on out and take a moped ride, and all your friends will thing your brain is fried, but you can't live your life too dirty, 'cause in the the end you're born to go 30