Rebel Yell

If your only family was a group of teenagers and an annoying man who needed to shave, you were specially trained to disobey the government at all costs, and nothing could satisfy you more than the look on someone’s face as your foot turns off their lights, you would go on death teasing missions too, right? I’m sick of creativity and imagination being outlawed. Roy-g-biv is an alien term now-a-days. If you so much as pull out a piece of gum (if you can find some), people run as if you’re holding a bomb, and you’re thrown in jail as if you’d committed murder. With that new perspective of the utopia I live in, we are the heroes now, not Superman.

Believe it or not, rebels are the good guys.