I should become a terrorist.
A menace to society.
A crusader.
Stir up things.
Raise awareness ...
— What for?
Is there anything worth fighting for?
Do I actually care about anything?
Is there anything to change?
Is there anyone who would want a change?
Would anyone get their butt off the couch
Or out of the night club?
Would it be worth getting their butt off the couch
Or out of the night club?
Is all the hassle worth it?
Should I rage against the machine?
Replace the staleness with some cathartic anger?
Should I destroy?
Destroy what?
What for?
Human rights?
The rainforest?
The ozone layer?
Against animal testing?
What a laugh.
Isn't politics something very funny?
An anachronism.
Who cares anyway?
Why should I?
It would be nice to dwell in a state of stubborn determination.
Guerrilla.
Hit and run.
To fuck the fuckers.
Destroy what destroys you.
Ah — shit, now I am stuck in stereotypes.
Who fucking cares?
Maybe fighting for the old look of Pepsi
Or the legalisation of drugs
Or the reunion of The Beatles.
I choose the legalisation of drugs.
That's a good cause.
Now I just need to find an interest in actually taking drugs.

</couch potato terrorist>