Radiohead totally ripped off Nick Drake. John Cale might've. Lots of music ultimately rips off other music. At least a little bit, and often very obviously. Life is grossly miscategorized and caricaturized for simplicty's sake. There is no way to succeed, just a way to infinite struggle. Making up words is easier than research. Web-browser spell-checks are woefully inadequate and irrational.
I've wanted to post a farce for the longest time. I just can't think up a really good one. A farce is just a light-hearted satire with no serious accusations. Or, rather, it's when a satire is beaten so severely that it loses its teeth, and learns how to tell mushmouthed stories for underwhelming profits and impact.
And as time goes on I discover various logical conclusions I have no faith in them. I'm pretty cynical when I come to the point. And that's disheartening. I trust none of my impressions anymore. There is basically nothing from which a human takes faith anymore, outside of those varied populations everyone knows about.
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