Opening Salvo

Sheeple. Sheep+people. The followers, the lost ones. We are all in some way the sheeple. No matter who you are you aren't as special as you would like to think. However, there are those that at the very least walk away from the flock, if not just to look back and remark about how different things appear when you separate yourself from convention.

Sheeple think they are different because they have discovered that no matter how much their thoughts and behaviors are similar if not the same as others, that there is something in them that causes them to question the world. That there has to be something else out there besides the same ol' bullshit existence that they are caught in. This is my attempt at meeting you where you are and aren't. If there is no one to share something different, then most sheeple
would continue to show up to work, eat some fuckin grass and give themselves over for fodder to the slaughterhouse agents of information who's only aim is to eat you and your kids.

Yeah....imma sheeple too. I have to be. I can't help the sheep by running away from the flock. But I have been successful in learning what it means to give the shepherd the finger, get lost on purpose, find myself in the vastness of existence and come back to the flock with my eyes open ready to help any who wish to escape themselves. The best shepherds are sheeple.

I don't really fuck with blogs or most of what people find important, but I thought it might be interesting to try to share my discoveries with the rest of the world. Music, philosophy, spirituality, politics, books, culture, survival, fun, relationships....I don't know shit about much else.