Aug 27, 2014
Buckets of shit.
Such big catchy titles. Such deep words.
We are sold to the bullshit that pops up in our lives. Glorifications of the other’s talk, walk or piano stroke. We are bewildered by their ability to make music, we are bewildered by their poetic distance and philosophy that alluringly dawns on them. Oh such perfect beings..oh such pieces of heaven.
To be honest we are all sold to the bullshit. It’s all a big bucket of shit that we are in. Or maybe I'm just in a pissy mood.