In pursuit of...

...all things material, trivial and temporary. A want for all these things in unison. Happiness through the pursuit of the physical. This is what the state of things is. Never really finding the synthetic fabric of the real self. Never giving up want for money, constant money, regular revenue... never understanding the fallacy of this type of an equation. An equilibrium sought through the methodical and regular want for self-promotion. A vain and disappointing attempt at wanting to feel superior. Superior, how? Through the acquisition of things, by talking down at people, by appearing in glossy magazines. A very poor realisation of the real self, indeed. Sad. But this is what the state of things is. Never finding the real synthetic of the self but only being a fabrication of it.

The Stupid, The Proud

The stupid, the proud waltzing in the sparkle of their brand new red car
A bold new drive
Look into the camera, make a face that makes you feel like King
You are no oracle, all you are is 9 to 5
Struck by twilight with tubetop barbiedolls clenched in the fist of your left hand
Right hand holding the one hundred thousand diamond studded cellophane-clad cellphone
Make a call, act interested, ask questions, keep talking, never listen cos its not your concern
Hypocrite, grow up, this is not you, do you realise how superficial you are?
Look deep into the heart of a country that you never knew existed
Grow up, there is life around you much more valuable than your pinky swear.