Basic Rights and the Middle Finger from the Universe

Do you like the Clash?  I love the Clash. Ahhhh...that sound of classic punk.  The music of good old fashioned 70s and 80s social anarchy and change.  Punk music was liberating for me as a young person. 

This week has been filled with the Universe flipping me the bird over and over.  It reminds me of THIS CLASH CLASSIC and strangely enough (or not) I always hum it during these life times and make up funny (sad or angry), appropriate words of my own. 

Stuff like - you have the right to earn a moderate living that will sustain you....provided you don't mistakenly think you could actually succeed at it.  you have the right to have dreams....provided they aren't any different than the herd's around you and we'll tell you what those are.  you have the right....oh get off the streets get back in your double wide and eat your ramen noodles little girl yer getting too big for yer britches. 

Thing is, I fucking like Ramen and you Universe, have not seen the extent that I can adapt to your never-ending tub full of bullshit.  You are just a week in the life, a day in the year, any number of people in the multitudes of the very hoards I will someday be completely away from.  So SUCK IT and SCREW YOU TOO.  

Gosh, that was better than yoga even. 

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