Nomadic Minimalist

So for this past year I’ve been living a semi nomadic minimalist lifestyle. It’s been very interesting, but I do need to get rid of some other stuff… I was going to move back in to my parents’ house, but it’s just ridiculous. They are insulted at the mere fact that I lay in the same bed with my girlfriend. They said that my sister’s problem with masturbation is the reason that any of these things (akin to PDA) are the reason that they don’t feel comfortable with me.

They’d damage the prospective health of their child for some goddamn emotional fulfilment in some perverse manner that they incorrectly interpret an outdated document. Not to mention how they maintain their daughters’ perpetual spiritual emaciation through guilt and blind legalistic obedience to that cult. Their very existence is an insult to mine, and their dedication to fairy tails makes me nauseous.

So i’m moving to RH’s house. Luckily, he has a room (his office) that he doesn’t need.

Fuck what people deem as authoritative. I have my source of authority in my heart.

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There’s a warm satisfying glow in my belly right now. Maybe it’s the feeling of control that I don’t have to deal with my parents. Perhaps it’s the fact that I’m incensed and testosterone is running high. I still want to punch someone in the face, namely, my father.

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Never one to be held back or held down
I’d write my name so the king could see
I will follow the true declaration
And find some hope in what mankind could be

I’ve worked so hard
Let my deeds be my witness
And let my words flow through everyone
When free men stand Against what would bind them
No hope for tyrants We will over come

Do not, Do not, Do not obey
No masters now
Do not,Do not, Do not obey
Not subjects

We have held on for so long
Do not, Do not, Do not obey
Talking heads tell the masses the story
They shape the lie in the schools and the TV
Our fathers work and intent is unwritten
By the lazy who don’t know they’re free

I hear the story and it makes me determined
To spread the word that we can’t just lay down
What we read and we see drawn before us Is a lie and we must hold our ground

It’s found in you
It’s found in me
From birth to stone
We remain free as always