The Slackers Manifesto

by TheSellOut

With the passing of Jimi Hendrix it became clear that the junkie life style was a waste, and every junkie, was a waste of time and effort. This is what Christianity has taught us for so many long years. With the passing of Kurt Cobain and the other minor 'saviours of our generation' we have been taught that nothing exists forever- especially royality, not even the sad little anti-american anthems we thought were so cool ten years ago, now known only as one hit wonders and, 'radio friendly unit shifters'.

What kind of world is this? To teach us our values then as life goes on, we're expected not to notice as everything shifts to the dark side of the moon and all our pre-set morals and values are wasted like Cobain.

Who knows who killed Kurt Cobain. It may have very well been himself, no doubt Courtney and Kurt didn't get along too well especially in the last years of his life. Theres no way of telling if Heart Shaped Box or You Know Your Right was written about Courtney. My own opinion stands that Kurt Cobain probably couldn't write directly about people in his life with out cracking out some really shit lyrics. Its always been hard for me to do, as a lyric writer myself-I've always had to distance myself from the person mentally, before I could come close to writing about them. Sometimes we are so close to someone we cannot even pretend to know them.

The matter of Kurt's death does not matter here, its the figure he represented. What kind of idiot wouldn't think Kurt Cobain was a waste of skin? I've heard that statement so many times. We've got enough martyrs right? What about one who never had a martyr for their cause, so they killed themselves, to make us all pay.

Thats how sad we are isn't it? The misrepresented youth of america, our brains too dead...our lungs too cancerous.

We build up anti-everything idols.

Scream your fucking head off until someone notices you, when they do, shoot yourself in the head.

The modern day people are so predictable. Saying 'fuck' in a sentence usually devoid of swearing makes some people cringe, or atleast take notice. And if a writer makes note of this, he's rambling and not sticking to the subject. There is no subject, there is order but only in our very predictable human minds does order mean predictablity. If you've read this far you must be like 'Us' or else you must be a very boring bastard.

Anyway, we've been attacking these simple, basic human emotions and feelings, and wants, and needs.

No one knows how many of 'Us' there are, there might be just one, and when I question myself, I never find an answer, so I can't be sure I am in league with myself or not. I can't be certain I agree with you, or any of your friends. Infact if there was a group of us, it'd be anti-anti-everything which loops us back to what we were always against.

Depending on your mood, this document could be the ultimate written work, or this could be a minor part of your day, some tidbit you read because I begged you to. Its all a matter of perception, we are all slackers, caught between being zealots in this 'anti' way of life, and in wishing we fit in with the other kiddies at the play ground. What do we need to survive in this adult life, do we need to settle? To fit our thoughts and feelings to a mold? Doesn't it seem as if so many people use television as a guide for their life, trying to fit into their favourite sitcom. Television is as much a drug as the over the counter drugs we losers get high off of. The equivalent of watching perfect lives existing in perfect harmony can be an emotional comfort just like drugs. Even if the sitcom family has problems, their problems are simple, can always be solved and the answer is always only thirty minutes a way. Always and only are two words we all know very well. These words exist in a society where everything is set in concrete, nothing new, same old same old.

When we realize this, we create idols, we become idols ourselves, whether we become the anti-anti in essence no one knows for sure since its almost impossible to explain ourselves. We create impossibilities, little nuances in society that really fucks with everyones mind, something to change our outlooks. Its only for a short time however, our idols either stop caring all together, or else become money grubbing socialites or anti-anti's.

With each passing member of our non-society, we become more likely to burn out like a star. Safe and hidden from all of societies astronomers. We should all be remembered in life rather than death. If we do exist as group yet not as a society, then the death of one should be a sadness remembered but not a total desolation of a mindset.

In short, grunge did die with Kurt Cobain, grunge is a fashion term. We don't yet have a name for this philosophy, this mind-unset, this anti-everything way of life. We can't label ourselves because we aren't jars or boxes. Some of us contain nothing at all except bitterness and the occasional mothball. We exist on another spectrum, we see the things you don't want to see. The faults in your logic, and the ones in ours we are fully aware of. In this way we will never change.

We despise change yet welcome it, and we belive in contradictions. Yet we exhibit too much truth to be seen as total lies.

The old ones have no excuse for being ignorant, yet so many are.

We we will never grow old in that sense- we will never be ignorant, only stupid like you say we are.