Thoughts of the day.

what’s real?  what’s true?  Who’s who?  Who’s you?  Used to trust a smile used to trust a friend , but now it seems just a means to an end. Living the dream, being a theme now just a part of someone elses scheme. Need to stay free, not be theirs ,just be me. Talking my talk not thinking of a fee.  In the end what’s real what’s true?  The only thing that matters is what makes me me,and not you. 

He's a grey suited mouse that travels Business Class, His boss pays the tickets, his boss owns his ass. Wears the clothes of the herd, grey suits the normality, Being conform is his reality. Meeting to meeting, plan to plan, Believing he's 'made it' serving the man. Then boredom becoming he envies the free, But credit card debts mean he cannot flee. His wife needs more money she's bought a new cup, even more plastic to fill his void up.

I spent last weekend in the UK , a city trip, a luxury , two and a half days of walking the streets of my favourite districts of London. As always my partner and I stayed at a Hotel in Shepherds bush, easy access to the Central line of the underground and walking distance to the hip and trendy shops, boutiques and coffee bars of Portobello Road. Not that we buy a lot, it’s just fun to see what the ‘trends’ are in the selling of shit we don’t need. How many different ways can you sell coffee for example? now it seems with pumpkin flavour- ffs! who thinks all this commercial bullshit up?  How many Banksy rip-off postcards and wall art can you put up in your home,office or den?   Whether you buy the shit you don’t need in Notting Hill or in ‘street wise’ Camden, it’s still just part of a global lifestyle market, the stalls, shops and traders all selling stuff made in some child sweatshop.  The biggest ‘shit you don’t need’ market segment is -of course- food. Foo...