| I want to be different, like everybody else I want to be like
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| I want to be just like all the different people
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| I have no further interest in being the same,
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| because I have seen difference all around,
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| and now I know that that’s what I want
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| I don’t want to blend in and be indistinguishable,
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| I want to be a part of the different crowd,
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| and assert my individuality along with the others
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| who are different like me I don’t want to be identical to anyone or anything
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| I don’t even want to be identical to myself
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| I want to look in the mirror and wonder,
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| who is that person? |
| I’ve never seen that person before;
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| I’ve never seen anyone like that before.
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| I want to call into question thevery idea that
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| identity can be attached
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| I want a floating, shifting, ever changing persona:
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| Invisibility and obscurity,
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| detachment from the ego and all of it’s pursuits.
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| Unity is useless
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| Comformity is competitive and divisive and leads only to stagnation and death.
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| If what I’m saying doesn’t make any sense,
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| that’s because sense can not be made
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| It’s something that must be sensed
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| And I, for one, am incensed by all this complacency
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| Why oppose war only when there’s a war?
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| Why defend the clinics only when they’re attacked?
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| Why are we always reactive?
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| Let’s activate something
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| Let’s fuck shit up Whatever happened to revolution for the hell of it?
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| Whatever happened to protesting nothing in particular, just
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| protesting cause it’s Saturday and there’s nothing else to do? |