A lot about nothing
This is to revive them, bring them back into me….
We all know that sex sells and though I have never been in the business
I do feel the growing need for an audience,
So, this is to revive them…
Come all for I am here to discuss the universal thing that we all share nowadays…
It used to be love, but hey, sex sells and who am I to say different.
I just want an audience and people to 'oooh' and 'aaaah' at appropriate or inappropriate comments.
So F**K D*** PU*** C**K and the kitchen sink… right?
It's the sorta stuff we flock towards without any other reason but to be seen as modern and with the times…
Despite the fact that the 'times' are actually the end…. Yes I do believe it too.
So what better way to live than through more desperate measures?
Do what you would never have done instead of what you should do because it is all about living every possible version of you quickly….
Let's pretend that the things of the old have no effect of us,
Let's move with the times.
Let's pretend like there's no such thing as personal space anymore as every waking thought must be passed on…
And not passed on as an heirloom but passed on like faeces…
Something that you must rid yourself of before reason threatens you.
Nothing is sacred anymore and every heart felt emotion from one to another must by all means be replied with a shrug.
The generation of indifference….yup! That's us right here!
Oh look half a nation has been washed out naturally but sure that's all the way on the other side.
Shrug!
It will blow over….
Hey why so serious… it's all jokes.
The world can't end today because it's already tomorrow in Australia.
Live like today like its your last day.. let's be reckless, no need to invest in emotions for tomorrow… it's uncertain
Something to revive them, bring them back to me…. I don't want to be private.
Come on I've got something to share, touch my every passing thought… they all have heart beats….
Feel the hardness of pain knotting in my chest, yes I know, realness right?
It's all within, but watch me rip myself from the inside so I can wear it all on the outside.
The sudden need to be so accessible to anything and anyone is so overwhelming we forget that we actually do care.
The need to know that in our deepest state of madness someone still finds us coherent is uncanny.
We need it…
At the mercy of strangers…..
Uncertainty has never sat well with our being but we can't be seen as weak and backwards….
So, instead we attempt to get hooked on our own adrenaline of things we have no depth for….
I want to revive them! Bring them back into me ….so I'll say just about anything…even the truth…
I'm scared and I'm losing focus…. I just need one person to touch me and say 'me too'…
'Me too'
