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Everything in moderation.
Ever pushing the envolope anyways, despite the warnings.
Becoming phantoms, an escapees wet dream.
Its like a Vegas contradiction.
Well scripted star studded but distinctly north american, western european.
Fun loving but twisted, callouse and disconected.
Everythings become larger then life but none of it is real, tangible or solid.
I want to ask what do you think? I want to ask what's your take? What do you see?
I won't ask you cause I know what the answer will be.
It's ok just do it, if it's not hurting anyone it's ok by me.
What about tommorow?
This is a new spiritualisum based on thinly veiled materialism and reality television.
Is this the world you want to raise your children in.
It all good, it all fair game.
Playing both sides or the coin.
Boths sides of the buracratic establishement.
This is how busniess is done wether its corprate american, toronto on london.
Everyone loves a party especially this one.
Until your diagnosed with cancer, kill someone with your car, smash your own dream's with old age and or denial. A self-destructive tendency dressed up like a girl with long legs in a summer dress looking all but innocent.
In that flowered pattern of reds, whites and blues standing there in a birka, a yamika, with some aincent book.
We borrowed this place from someone wealthy and cheapened it with xenon lights and turbochargers, high brow clubs where there's no one on the dance floor but there's a line up that stretches around the block and back to the door.
How did we get too cool for ourselves.
How did we get so lost in a place that's so small.
A place where love has turned to pornography, it used to be we wern't allowed to connect with our own sexuality now its that we can't connect with a tender touch.
All I can seem to do is stare and watch with tremendous, trembling fascination.
First class whores walking rodeo or queen searching for an expensive handbag with that limited edition sequined design.
Out sourced and manufactured cheap a dollar on the dime.
In a place where it's preached that less is more. More is all we strive for.
Carrying a lapdog or an infant child surrounded by men in suits that just say yes.
The rest of us are as guilty as the so cleverly branded best of us.
This caste system is dictated part in way by how we choose to embrace the realitys around us. So many people I came up with came from familys that were affluent but they are still standing in alleys ignoring the gifts they were born with.
Method acting like we were teen's drinking for comfort from whatever glass you choose; wether it's crystal or plastic or disposable skin.
A forty ouncer wrapped in a plastic bag we can't even be bothered to use paper anymore.
We only pause to down the antidepressants that we were perscribed like a political platform with no mention of the side effects, the detriments those are the things we saved for later, saved for ourselves, the suprises.
The ones we scandalize with the next election race approaches.
Acting stupid like we wern't the ones screaming for blood with one hand in someones pocket.
Gotta keep this life interesting the deity's forbid we actually have something with witch to get bored with.
God forbid we stop for a second and begin to think.
Begin to think of some way to fill our time that isn't the abuse of a freedom or a substance or someone else's way of life.
This is modern existance composed like pop music.
It's all single serving, processed, one use, engineered for a short attention span.
So go ahead throw it away its biodegradable just like us just like them.
Who are they really anymore when everone has become the proverbeal man.
Theres no thought anymore to the process, to the impact, only syntax and arguments and excuses.
A shallow comfort for a face that smiles like it's been sewed on and cut from a fashion magazine. To afraid to frown or get upset.
Ashes to ashes dust to dust and sooner of later we will age and rust and then what?
Hypocrites dancing in circles and I'm dancing with them so sweetly conflicted.
Confused and restless and felling helpless and aflicted.
I would make a change if I just knew how.
Most day's I don't and others I think I do on I seem to just try and fail.
A terrifying paradox acccentuated by time a short lifespan
A culture of consumerist complacencey.
Doctor I think I have a problem I just can't seem to go into a shop these day without the urge to buy something.
To Possess anything and everything.
All things in moderation.