"I sell out in tiny ways every single day, in my own small misguided ways I contribute to the continuation of a state of affairs that we find abhorent... some decisions are easier to make than others; We are offered an obscene amount of money by an international banking conglomerate in exchange for our use ... it's easy to say no to the devil's money when he makes blatant offers, it's harder coming to terms w/the smaller ways I suck corporate cock everyday...

I know ...

I'm just the tiniest purple feather in a really obscene dogfuck burlesque show- I KNOW THIS I KNOW THIS I KNOW THIS ...

I just wanna talk a little bit about architecture while the fat male stripper shoots pepsi bottles out of his asshole... is that so wrong?

and it all ends up like this, the sound of a person confused and overwhelmed by the task at hand...

but there's gotta be happiness in confronting sadness and confusion... to me, the things I do or make isn't just about sadness, it's also about hope and endurance in the face of real economic and emotional adversity... we don't want to make things for people to wallow in... alls I can do is try hard to link my own struggle as a person w/the things I do... they're inseparable, these two things... lately it's all I know...

if people use music/art as a way to confront and accept their own sadness or unhappiness, then the key maybe is to try to link sadness to dissatisfaction, and to try to universalize this dissatisfaction somehow, otherwise you end up as just another celine dion on the maudlin heartbreak train... it's something I have to give more thought to, and work harder at achieving... I don't want to encourage self-pity; ideally I'd like to make art/music that would make our friends feel better about getting out of bed in the morning... "



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"De que te serve o quadro sucessivo das imagenes externas a que chamamos o mundo?"

- Fernando Pessoa



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