Post by guest on Apr 14, 2013 16:25:45 GMT -5
In our aimless generation, we walk as cowboys every graveled and paved street, idly circle every suburban cul-de-sac cigarette in mouth, swagger down every urban alley in trademarked shoes and sweathoods. Without goal, the institutions and job markets desolate parlor towns, our very steps whistles in the wind. We pass, jaded, reed in curmudgeoned mouth, empty promise after another, standing wind- and dust-swept like the parched old saloons and lace-and-leather dresseries of Western fable. The reality we shallow down as harsh as Dixie whiskey, our option-racked minds tired as the hooves of Hildalgo. Who will be here to remember our dissonance? The answer, disquieted, discontented youth, is everything cowboy. Go forth, you unsatisfied youth, and disseminate among one another the seeds of rebellion. Bring us your political graffiti, your weekly existentialist blogs, your wonderfully underproduced short films, so they may find rest. Bring them to everythingcowboy.
