vendredi 21 décembre 2007
NOWHERE TO GO
define horizon. it's the limit you can't reach. it's the far away always further away. it's the on you cannot reach, it's the clear line somewhere your eyes can't catch, it's the everything you can see then one step further. it's the walk towards it, it goes away. it's the one you can never reach.
I'm pretty tired of the illusionist fake of the windows figuration. it's all fake anyhow. there's nothing more than the surface. the empty shell of the self ego promotion. it's all fake inthe end. it's all pretend to take advantage and escape from all the trouble in communicating in honesty. it's all lies. it's nothing but marketing techniques adapted to the live lived to fit the system.
no horizon left to gaze upon. just the surface. the empty canvas. virtual paint on the virtual canvas to describe the illusion of life.
longest night in the year. hopefully one of the last.
lyrics for the weekend
And when I'm lying in my bed
I think about life
And I think about death
And neither one particularly appeals to me