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?
If the profit motive is so damn holy, why does it make for waste?
Oh well. Coffee? Regular or Vanilla Caramel? Oh, Vanilla Caramel!