Good Riddance Live

good riddance live

experiencing hallucinations is nowhere near as interesting or intriguing as horror media hypes it up to be btw its mostly just annoying as fuck. like okay skinless body i see out of the corner of my vision you got me the first time but this shits gettin old pack it up......

LETS FUCKING GOOOOOOO

PEACE AND LOVE ON THIS FUCKING PLANET

Rb for my oomfie

nihilism is not punk. doomerism is not punk. quitting is not punk.

the stark reality is that if they announced there was 24 hours before a giant comet hit the earth, i would find reason to fight and advocate and celebrate in the ensuing chaos up to the final seconds.

punk is walking into every situation and punching it in the mouth regardless of how big it is or the dominion it holds over your existence.

punk is hope and growth and love and fury and anger and passion and spit in the face of hostile forces.

punk is community and mutual aid and soup kitchens and block parties and festivals and little libraries and clothes drop boxes.

punk is dancing on the deck of a sinking ship because hey you motherfuckers i didn’t hear the music stop.

punk is having the hope for something better on behalf of those who can’t see it right now.

punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead. punk is not dead.

Man ive heard Appalachia shit talked do much in my life, but i really like the general vibes of what I see. Maybe its cuz my Dad is from North Carolina and my Grampy grew up on the Alabama-Georgia border. I just dont think id mind all that much moving what, two? Three? States down?