I don't understand simplicity or the beauty in it. It's hallow & holds nothing worth keeping. It is a book on a shelf, the first hole on a belt. A guitar with no sound. I don't want to look at life, I'd like to live it. & if the road I have to take is bumpy & jagged. I'll sure as hell ride a office chair tied to a crate full of aligators. Snapping & gnashing their teeth. if we fall into the freezer, for a deep sleep I hope my body is torn to shreds, my heart to a pulp, my mind a wasteland. Dried up in a draught, I'll give you all this wisdom. If you're fed up with simplicity.