from here on out, i am only interested in what is real. real people, real feelings, that's it. that's all i'm interested in.
it's a lie. it's a bunch of sad strangers photographed beautifully and all the glittering assholes who appreciate art say it's beautiful because that's what they wanna see. but the people in the photos are sad, and alone... but the pictures make the world seem beautiful, so... the exhibition is reassuring which makes it a lie, and everyone loves a big fat lie.
this song explains why i'm leaving home to become a stewardess.
they say it fades if you let it, love was made to forget it.
"when i got my first television set, i stopped caring so much about having close relationships." mister andy warhol.
great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love...
you can't hear me laughing to myself, if you could you would be someone else.