because the music industry is dead as a fucking doornail, they grip hold as long as possible to whatever pop singer can pull in the most idiots to sell whatever
tension that brings the conflict, conflict which brings the fight, fight that brings the pain, pain that brings the blood, blood that brings the haze, haze that brings
must be nice to think one has a place in the world never to be shaken, never to be questioned, never to be seen differently at any angle (even in the deepest moments of introspection)---
overheard someone quietly frightened by the stupid fucking Mayan calendar ending, someone sold the “apocalypse” shit, hook line & sinker, who still eats it up, eats it up, eats it up,
found yourself alone & no longer scrutinized or criticized or made to feel guilty or made to stay up late worrying where the other was or made to worry about a so-called
