If you're a white person, you can't actually fill said hole. Native Americans have stated that fact for years.
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And I don't fill my emptiness. I guard it with a CRAM. Other people are always trying to put shit in there.
My emptiness is mine. It is my workspace for the things I think and (occasionally) feel. It is where I handle dreams and memories.
I think of this vacuum like my lungs: it has be empty to work. I won't suffocate myself by filling it up with other people and things.
And if all it takes is booze and porn to fill up said internal cavity, you're certainly a cheap date in the grand scheme of things.
Sellouts.
You keep the metaphoric hole inside you so that you stay hungry. In my notion of the world, satisfaction has no friends.