our greatest blessings come to us by way of madness Phaedr. 244a

2012/11/02

part of the problem


It isn't just fashion, abominations like cheese in a spray can. It's the little stuff. In this plastifoilian tube, I know there's still some useful ointment left, but it won't let me take the lid off to get to it. 

God, my dad would get mad when the man in the house on the corner (the artist with the unkempt yard) wouldn’t buy a new car every other year.

If the profit motive is so damn holy, why does it make for waste? 

Oh well. Coffee? Regular or Vanilla Caramel? Oh, Vanilla Caramel!