Real life

Gonzo is for living. Gonzo makes its escape. Gonzo belongs to nobody, is its own person, & takes its own way. Nobody controls gonzo. In a world where conformity is the process by which the interests of capitalism are served, at the core of which is the greed & self seeking of the corrupted huthoseman heart with all its impure drives & lusts, there's little room for the truth.

However, the truth is I cannot bring myself to sell out, to make my agenda align with theirs - the status quo, the futility of waste, just to gain more than the next person. I cannot dedicate my days and life force to the pursuit of petty ego that will just earn me more bank notes to have than those of my fellows. What will I leave behind? If it's not beautiful & moving & meaningful to the viewer/hearer/reader/feeler - world, then it's not worthwhile. Certainly I don't just want to look back at my death and be taunted by the stench of the corpses of the lives I've ruined by my actions. 

I can't do the mundane thing that society dictates to me in return for my membership of it. I have to take my own way. Normal people never understand this - arguing that my refusal to conform shows some kind of immaturity, or a character defect of some kind. 

I won't be controlled while I'm still breathing. I don't give a shit for the views of the powers that attempt to appoint themselves & their interests over me. My life will never be to express them.