like capitalism it works like unrequited love that brings it never rests just like i need the love i’m not getting from you and all the people in the world or in between you and i in that way and in the way of our slump
it must be disgusted but i need to keep right because everything else is death i’m self-sufficient, mad and endlessly producing i don’t need money, i just need your love but you’re a prude like capitalism it works like unrequited love that brings it never rests just like i need the love i’m not getting from you and all the people in the world or in between you and i in that way and in the way of our slump
and the sign is a promise of love of being exposed a stage ritual undressing taking a place of consumation i’m here writing, working, making myself available for love making myself available for love because i love you because i love you