People talk but they don't mean anything

People talk, they talk a lot. They talk but don't actually mean anything. They are the bad parots, repeating lost words. Words without ideas. The world is full of them. We need good and new words, words that were thought not just spoken. We need to stop talking and read more books. We need to turn off the television and listen to more music. We need less useless thoughts and more integrity. We need to lose ourselves to find ourselves after. We need more passion and less money. We need less ambition and more compassion. We need more sex withought pudency. We need to give ourselves more, and take more risks. We need less meat and less killing. We need more green and more chocolate too. We have to stop to listen to what Robert Smith has got to say, and to Jean LeLoup too. We need to miss people to know how much we want them. We need to cry to smile after. Sometimes we need to love so we can hate. We need to know when to stay and when to go. I need your hair and your smell, the look in your eyes and your smile. I really need your penis between my legs and your mouth too. I need to stop needing. Or not.