Shake your head, it's empty.
Everything begins and ends possessing the same cyclic characteristics. Water evaporates into the atmosphere, condenses in the clouds, and precipitates - only to do it all over again. Again and again. I don't mean to waste this post on elementary science, but to show you that it is universal. I have been too cynical to believe that it was possible to break this continuity.
We are never able to break the continuum.
We just replace what we don't have...what we think we need. Replace and Replace.
one lays up while the other lies down.
To fill that bottomless void. It's never the same to you, where, in fact, it always turns out that way. Why keep searching for the same end?
Because you think somehow that this time it will be different. When was it ever different? If it were, you would be content. So go ahead and fake it.
Keep returning and returning to that same old feeling because it comforts you, not because it's actually real.
A carbon copy. Recycled plastic. Cover songs. Brand-X cereal. It's all the same old shit.
We insist on settling for the processed, manufactured by-product of what we assume to be genuine.
Everything is never 100%
The reality is that we never stop searching until we find what we're looking for.
The reality is that we never know what we're looking for.
The reality is that it's all pretty fucking ironic.
So much for late night epiphanies.
We are never able to break the continuum.
We just replace what we don't have...what we think we need. Replace and Replace.
one lays up while the other lies down.
To fill that bottomless void. It's never the same to you, where, in fact, it always turns out that way. Why keep searching for the same end?
Because you think somehow that this time it will be different. When was it ever different? If it were, you would be content. So go ahead and fake it.
Keep returning and returning to that same old feeling because it comforts you, not because it's actually real.
A carbon copy. Recycled plastic. Cover songs. Brand-X cereal. It's all the same old shit.
We insist on settling for the processed, manufactured by-product of what we assume to be genuine.
Everything is never 100%
The reality is that we never stop searching until we find what we're looking for.
The reality is that we never know what we're looking for.
The reality is that it's all pretty fucking ironic.
So much for late night epiphanies.