Perhaps when times are turbulent, people seek the safety of the familiar. Perhaps it’s our obsession with quantification and optimisation. Or maybe it’s the inevitable result of inspiration becoming globalised
He gives the kids free samples / because he knows full well / that today’s young innocent faces / will be tomorrow’s clientele
Stop letting broke dicks cum inside of you
Grammy asshole weekend in LA. Yuck … The Grammys = the old guard / old media propping up their puppets trying to convince the outside world, and each other, they’re relevant
The strings attached to all of us
Nothing comes at the right time
People so busy they make me feel dizzy
Words don’t work
But I don’t need no friends
I just looked into my life / And all I saw was that you’re not coming back
