trivial

the man is self critical
all his thoughts are trivial
addicted to poisons
kids addicted to toys and
cats get fat on full fat cream
there never was a scene
just cheap drugs and selfish hugs
and music made on music machines
I love this track, but can’t go back
my life is not clean

every opinion is void
there is no separation
no us and them, enemies, friends
no taste
everything is mostly space
the dichotomy you imagine
the tragic magic
the plastic pipe of dreams
is just a juicy tangerine,
and all the pieces and all the white shitty bits in between
taste the same

It’s self indulgent,
repugnant, selfish
you’re a shellfish
going home alone
when you’re dead your bones
are fed to foxes and mushrooms
with one flick of his head,
Shiva will crush you.

 

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Author: camelfox

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