Empty Vases made at Equinox

While working on an account together, a VP at the company I work for described her visit with a psychic.

“Your problem with love is that you are searching for empty vases. Sure the vase looks gorgeous and immaculate, but you can’t just admire its aesthetic. You are trying to drink, to take some substance from these vases, but you see my dear, they are all empty.” The psychic’s tan, shriveled thumb rubbed the edge of a tarot card as she said this.

Empty vases? Isn’t that like all the men in Hollywood?

First Listen to some of this to refresh your memory:

Empty Vases on the hillside

Empty vases made at Equinox

Empty vases on the hillside

Empty vases all the same

There’s a top one and vers one

A bottom one and a poz one

And they all work out at Equinox

And they all look just the same

And the vases, in the houses

All host monthly pool orgies

Where they all flex their muscles

And they roid-rage all the same

And there’s doctors and lawyers

And coked-out executives

And they all work out at Equinox

And they all look just the same

And they all wear patterned speedos

And drink apple-tinis dry

And they all were twinky virgins

And they wanted rich sponsors

And the sponsors buy them steroids

And fund their gym memberships

Where they workout at Equinox

And they come out all the same

And the juiceheads turn to daddies

And pay for their new Twink –y cocks

And they all workout at Equinox

And they all look just the same

There’s a top one and a verse one

A bottom one and a poz one

And they all workout at Equinox

And they all look just the same