Revelations 2:1
Rants.
I used to RANT.
all of my posts or w/e writings were, essentially RANTS.
That was the one genuine commentary i could get out of me.
and it WORKED.

then, at some point, i lost it. became pussified. afraid. too pc? scared to stand out?
Tried writing informative pieces, or shit that covered every angle and all perspectives.
didnt work.
oh boy how it didnt work.
Because, fundamentally i am ANGRY. not scared. not accepting. not caring. not pc.
not primarily, anyway.
What i AM, though, is ANGRY as FUCK.

And even though intellectually i get the point etc, captivating writing or art of any kind can only come from the heart, i.e. genuine feelings.
un tempered and un tampered-with.


I am Jacks' burning rage at all the things that are wrong, all the small-mindedness, all the ways in which we as human and I, personally, are less than what we could be.
I am Jacks' loathing for all the wasted potential everywhere.
I am Jacks' hatred of being a part of the human race and of being complicit myself in all that i observe in others.

So here's to resurrecting a more genuine form of writing, communication and most importantly - to a more genuine self.

Cheers. Bitches.