I've been trying to understand people lately,
trying to think of sense and meaning, Like most of all of us.
I had some great music, Like Fad Gadget and Bauhaus to help me going through it all.
Still life keeps getting so Narrow.
Very Black and White,
To a point where you cannot really Claim Evil.
Since we are all here for our silly Earthling Believes. (I Wonder if that is Grammatically Correct)
I just thought the other day about how would it be Like if I was David Bowie,
and I came to the very very very Sad Conclusion that he is Not God.
As I Have Perceived him all my life.
I'm an envious Driven human, That's the Truth.
I have always thought of us as a silly mass of protein full of Doubt and Lacking Meaning.
That Kind of Stuff is really Heartbreaking If you put some thought to it.
You Obviously know God does not Exist, But what happens when your god is Full of Doubt?
What does that make you? How should you feel knowing than you were born just like your Idols?.
There is not a realistic difference between you and Them.
Andy Warhol, or Stanley Kubrick or Iggy Pop, or David Bowie, Charles Bukowski, Robert Smith.
How can they Be so epic? What are we missing?
Le fucketky Fuck.
There's the Obvious Answer, Persistence.
What if you Don't Know how to be persistent enough?
