That’s a potent pairing of two words, 3 syllables in total, neutralizing most social rules and norms in .5 seconds.
There’s caveats of course, “be yourself, don’t hurt anybody” ….I’d even go a step further, “be yourself, don’t bother anybody”…..There’s also the world around us to consider, “be yourself, try not to fuck up this place we’ve got”….There’s also what we ARE to think about “be yourself, try to do it responsibly though”.
Shit, the more I think about it, the more it sounds like “be someone else”.
It might actually be dangerous to tell the entire group to follow their dreams, might be a detriment to tell people to get away from jobs they hate…man, we were just born into this. There would be zero fucking ditch diggers if we all possessed the limelight or carried sincere satisfaction in our work.
The man stacking stone, the man harvesting fields, the man stocking shelves, the man loading boxes. I say “man” to identify species here, not sex.
Fuck struggle, venting that vibe is a trap.
also, fuck the phrase ” Joe Six Pack”. You’re grouping. You don’t like it when Joe Six Pack does it, but it’s fine when you do it.
Maybe “freedom”, good ole’ redneck shit. In that context, and in the context of putting down thoughts and feelings… fuck yeah. Always be yourself, as long as “yourself” means well…
The shit I took today seemed to be in the Larval stage, felt like if I stared at it long enough, I could see a shit butterfly trying to make it’s way out. Wings of brown silk, ribbons of river mud between the toes, a third beat that was better than the first two.
dawn 