Why not a Sphere?

NC: Sir. If you don't mind me asking, why a box?

AS: Your home is a box
Your car is a box on wheels
You drive to work in it
You drive home in it
You sit in your home staring at your box
It erodes your soul,
while the box that is your body inevitably withers and dies,
where upon it is placed in the ultimate box to slowly decompose

NC: It's quite depressing when you think of it that way

AS: Don't think of it that way, think of it as a temporary state of being.

Je T'aime.

Imaginary Subway Love Story

That's my favorite book
He says
As I lower my wayfarers to take a look
You sit down in front of me
And say I don't want to be
Another casualty
Of this crazy
Lazy
Generation

Oh, you're one of them
I say
Let me see your
horn-rimmed
social-whimmed
vintage
drippage
bleeding heart

I've seen you before
In a dream
Or maybe more
Like a movie
Starring you and me
and what we could be
Out destiny
Amongst this calamity

You can be my Alvy Singer
I will be your Annie Hall
We will go to dive bars
And analyze ourselves
We'll name our child Circumstance
Just like the people on TV
We'll divorce though never marry
And live happily ever after
In our fort underneath the couch.






thanks you. Hipstercrite. sorry i am not original.

laundry day

master MC

dee.live.er.ie

.urbanwalkthrough.

DR.