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.
