love is like the twitter bird
we are in love with it only for 48 hours (also a pun because of the word blue)
first we long on, then we follow eachother, we get too close, and we both end up alone
beware! (reference to carmen the opera)
of everyone who likes your posts
plastic smiles are often followed by hashtags
friends, buddies, or followers
youre wrong, youre more alone
if you like yourself
if i like myself
we must be wary, be wary of them, be wary of yourselves
its like that which we love
its like that which we consume
love is the child of consumerism
we will always need more and more choices
do you want secondhand feelings?
desire and demand for being unique, for a self
"but i already understand the dangers, i kept the reciept and if i need to i will exchange it!"
"if i need to i will get revenge! that bird of unhappiness i put it in a cage and i make it sing"
one day you buy it, one day you like it
one day you throw it out, one day you pay
one day you’ll see we will love eachother
but first we’ll croak like rats