and it goes tick-tock, you’re no wallflower, my dear…
Tag: wasteland
survival.
once there was Socrates…
and, then some.
death becomes her.
“And when he died, that’s what remained: the fortune and the estate.
If you are money, then, when you die, you will be spent.”
– Robert Cohen, “The Ghost in the Gulfstream”, Vanity Fair
post/consumerism
where are we?
memories, yeah.
and I don’t have a gun.
morningafter #mondays
somewhere, there’s a place for us…
“Nikki started walking back to me so I dropped a couple of tokens into the machine and she said, “Those work there?” and I shrugged, hit the Snickers button, but nothing came out, and I hit cheese crackers and nothing and I dropped in more, a whole bunch, and Nikki, up in candy-machine-light, said, “those don’t work there!” and I said, ” I know, but it gets rid of em,”.
– Lee William, After Nirvana
life, happens. 