Wyatt+KK’s+OpEd+Article

I've decided instead of inflaming, I'll burn just regularly. Take a walk on the wild side, this is a poem I wrote for this originally:

//"being Beat was far more attractive than staying chained to a brand-new kitchen appliance"//

//being a Rolling Stone was far more attractive than climbing ten feet higher on a ladder in a sunday suit with your hands chopped off slowly with brand new razor blades - dragging it through your hair//

//being a Cat was far more attractive than taking a seat on the bus to have your anger taken somewhere with somehand take the kitchen knife and scratch your eyes - because you don't see//

//being Buddha was far more attractive than digging your buddy's grave while listing to the skipping record of a bugle dirt in your socks and the cuff of your brand new Levi's - at 5 o'clock//

//being High was far more attractive than the FBI//

//Sha la la, man//

//being Naked is far more attractive"//

I guess what I am always trying to prove to myself is that it's alright - but I don't have to prove it at all because it is. Everything's alright, because the bad things are bad and the good things are good, and we always find a balance whatever we do.

That's all I need, and everything was alright. And things with music are never better. It's alright, and for some it's bad, and for me it might get bad, but it'll be alright - I still got my rock and roll. Just like "No Arab loves the desert. We love water and green trees. There is nothing in the desert and no man needs nothing." Nothing in me loves the drab. We love Rock and Roll. There is **//nothing//** in boredom and drab, and you don't //**needs nothing**//.