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title: "I opt out, too"
date: 2018-03-16
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#### “I opt out of all of the bullshit I never signed up for to begin with.”
![](/img/1*RO-tbOgBBK6ksl1w6NXbKg.jpeg)Photo by [Hans Eiskonen](https://unsplash.com/photos/qTxwKHZwl6M?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/stop?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)Get up.
Go to work.
Go home.
Sleep.
Repeat.
Such a life is one of survival, not living. Maybe some real living is squeezed in around the edges.
A snatch of meaningful human interaction on the occasional evening — here.
A weekend away — there.
A long holiday — once in a while.
Scraps of life paid for by the cremation of time **nobody** can afford to waste.
Yet we have to.
Or *do* we?
[**I Opt Out**
*From this very moment forward I no longer subscribe — to your priorities, principles and pointless pursuits. I opt out…*medium.com](https://medium.com/geezer-speaks/i-opt-out-ee3b693c5bf3 "https://medium.com/geezer-speaks/i-opt-out-ee3b693c5bf3")[](https://medium.com/geezer-speaks/i-opt-out-ee3b693c5bf3)I say get *up*. I say, **wake up**.
I say *fuck that *to all of the above.
Fuck that to a life that isn’t.
To a day on repeat, for all of my horribly short existence.
Fuck that to working just to survive.
To spending precious hours of freedom recovering from the very work that provides for.
Fuck that to Modern Society.
To all its materialism, celebrity ‘news’ the only ‘light’ in the mill of hate and fear.
Fuck that to being told how to live.
To being told to live an *un*life.
I’ve always festered this idea, of breaking free. I never quite subscribed. Never quite fit in, because I didn’t like being told what to do. But was afraid to stand out. I still am, but my eyes are opening to the fact freedom is worth it.
Even still, it will be a lifetime’s work. But that’s a worthy cause — better than an *un*lifetime’s work at *any* rate.
Starting today, I will not like or dislike something on the whims of someone else.
Starting today, I will do my level best to disregard social norms.
Starting today, I will be the spanner in the gears of civilisation.
Starting today, I will not let anyone tell me how I should live.
Starting today, I consciously hit *‘unsubscribe’*** **on Society.
I know [Brian Brewington](https://medium.com/u/b0f2a24f7463) is with me. I know that [Where Angels Fear](https://medium.com/u/6c8bcd0d1a65) will be glad of the riot. I know that [Gaëlane](https://medium.com/u/e3ddbb5fdbd5) has the hang of this already. Regardless…are *you *with me?
Are you ready to ***live?***

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title: "Hearts can be thawed, they can be broken."
date: 2018-04-06
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Hearts can be thawed, they can be broken.
Daemons can be beat back, they can be broken.

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title: "A love letter to the infernal combustion engine"
date: 2018-04-07
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#### A love letter to the infernal combustion engine
She flew.
Though not on wings.
Crouched astride a gleaming machine, she flew with gasoline.
Flew between lumbering bubbles of steel. Just so many birdcages. And one hawk soaring among them.
They meandered to destinations unknown. While she flew, destination undetermined. Destination *unimportant*.
![](/img/1*e39CbqcpCNOKbH-dPX6KZg.jpeg)Photo by [KEVIN CLYDE BERBANO](https://unsplash.com/photos/r4V8xg21vek?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText) on [Unsplash](https://unsplash.com/search/photos/speed?utm_source=unsplash&utm_medium=referral&utm_content=creditCopyText)She flew, and she screamed.
She howled into the night. A fierce sound of primal anguish. Impaled with emotion. A beast of passion and turmoil, barely contained.
The engine roared in riposte. A harsh gravelly rumble that was felt more than heard. A beast of flame and steel, barely contained.
She screamed to vent her choked heart.
Offered herself at the feet of the fire before she was burnt up.
Offered herself to the grinding asphalt before she was scoured away.
Offered herself into the fierce wind before she was blown apart.
Screamed into the wind and rain, the fire and darkness. Screamed and let her voice be lost in the noise. Screamed in liberation from strangling feeling.
The engine screamed with her for it knew no else.
They screamed to live.
[**Out Where The Desert Breaks.**
*An Engine Roars.*medium.com](https://medium.com/@scottcarnahan/out-where-the-desert-breaks-7fda7b4d8ede "https://medium.com/@scottcarnahan/out-where-the-desert-breaks-7fda7b4d8ede")[](https://medium.com/@scottcarnahan/out-where-the-desert-breaks-7fda7b4d8ede)*Originally intended to be a piece for *[*Scene and Heard*](https://medium.com/the-scene-heard)*’s ‘Highlights’ submission call. It now doesn’t know quite what it wants to be. Regardless I shall set it free.*