same old shit… over and over again. that’s why we’re always looking for a ‘hit’.
although the perfect ‘hit’ must come out of the blue, deep inside, you realise that this is too rare so you forge these ‘hits’ (too many times).
on the other hand, waiting for that true “hit” is too harsh. maybe we should be a little stoic – let the time do the job and maintain a feeling of… serene anxiety(?).
meanwhile, i will keep believing that someone will find my black hole to give me one fucking hit!

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“one hit. one fucking hit. to get us over this long hard day.”