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me in a hug of drugs, this photo has a very special meaning to me ...
Somebody asked me last night what I thought the stars were saying. I don’t think they’re saying anything though, I think they’re shouting. They’re yelling at the top of their lungs that nothing matters, that you are so small when it comes to the universe and that each of your actions are a mere fragment of yourself. And that is why everything matters so much. Because they’re screaming that we’re small and meaningless and yet we cry and we feel and we hope and we dream and we ask what the stars are saying because even though we know nothing matters we refuse to stop giving everything meaning.
Pink Books
short curly hair. flat chest,
fidgety hands, purple shorts, blue tank top
, light hair on arms and legs, freckles,
scars on legs and arms, doodle on arm.
chewed fingernails, deep breath.
They drew a fine line between the good and evil They drew a fine line between the right and wrong See one man kills and gets the chair Another kills and gets a medal They drew a fine line between the right and wrong They drew a fine line between the man and people They drew a fine line between the blacks and whites See one child is born free While the other is born in shackles They drew a fine line between you and me They drew a fine line between the grave and cradle They didn't draw no line between the state and church See one child grows up to command The other child to listen They drew big fat lines all across the earth They run their country on amphetamines They run us over with their limousines Waiting in line for the cash machine Beggin' for my money and my hopes and my dreams They always seem to find another enemy 'cause it's the best way to fuel the economy And when the hat nuts rage in the streets They just make 'em a promise that isn't meant to keep