They (🍎) gave us, and everyone else I guess, a free graphic. So we feel we have to use it. Display it like a badge or a trophy. For whatever it means. Free-loaders. An imaginary bag of magic beans. We're just chimps accepting another banana tossed into the pen while they scoff fine food and wine uptown and maintain a safe distance from the zoo, the coal mine or the paddy field. We scratch each other and check for fleas or tics.
Every so often there's a bit of a fight between the stronger and bigger chimps in the pen or they'll pick on the weaker chimps because they caught a decent sized banana or just seemed contented, but nobody outside pays attention to that sort of thing. They're quite happy if we fight amongst ourselves instead of attacking the fence that keeps us trapped.
That's the truth about the state of the music industry and most of life in general. If you can't see that then you're clearly not looking, perhaps you're not bothered. I'm not bitter. I'm passed that. There's a numbness setting in. The temple of the low man. Life just goes on.
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