If you want to make God laugh, tell him all your big plans.
From the top to the bottom overnight. Looking for answers in a pink box on a shelf in a clinically lit warehouse disguised as a place of commerce and trade. Watching the green butterfly of your life disappear as its swallowed down the drain. You, in turn, swallow what’s left of your pride, tongue clenched tightly between cracked, crooked teeth as you hold your hand over the flame. You’re just a sucker in a blindfolded fight, but if you opened your eyes you may realize that what was once lost can be born again.
New York is like a giant living clock… It never stops.
Exchange your nametags, cubicles, and smocks
for self-realization and freedom from the flock.
Good morning. Today will be a good day. I’ve come across a box of OLD photographs that I may choose to share with you.
EVERYTHING IS SPAMWORTHY SO SPAM SPAM SPAM