06/03/2009
04/03/2009
03/03/2009
Healer
TV static and hotel rooms
They speak to me,
Starless nights and empty streets
They speak to me,
Forest fires and city rubble
Speak to me,
Bandages and broken mirrors
Speak to me,
Healer, I'm ready
to disappear.
02/03/2009
Leaving
"We all exist in a day to day reality of lies and deceit, and nobody will ever make sense of it. That's why we need to allow for tenderness, for silence, for contemplation. We need to find our own soul within all this mess.
We've let ourselves become commodities, pawns in the marketplace. The only way we can get out of that is to realise that our personality, the very thing we think we are, is no more than a costume of ideas. We all like to think we're someone special, so we mouth the right words, dress up in the right gear, but it's all projection, all so fucking irrelevant.
But for all that, I believe people want to connect. Deep down they're tired of being no more than an idea of themselves. That's why people look for more, that's why they have sex, why they smoke dope, why they go on binges. They probably won't find the answer that way, but all the same, they want to connect. People want to know they're alive, but let's face it, in a consumer society, that's no easy job."
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