this is the reflection between two characters about the blurry fantasy we paint with alcohol and other mind altering substances around our world – around us.
while you’re wasting all your money on Boxing Day, we’re delighted to tell you the story of a poor fellow no one helps out, because everybody is busy ‘caring’ . . .
we’re back, after more than a year of crawling through this dirty world to generate a massive amount of input to put it out here for your curiosity – you little scum-bag.
twice a month we leave the planet and reach for the stars. we grab a snippet out of an endless stream of shredded paper and recycle the future for you . . .
twice a month we leave the planet and reach for the stars. we grab a snippet out of an endless stream of shredded paper and recycle the future for you . . .