they sat on the stoop, a new generation put to the test, mass consumption of crystal pepsi meth, they all seem to suspect the end of the game but they play it anyway with abandoned hope see the rules are fluid, there is no way to win, just get inebriated to the point where you […]
the paint on the wall is peeling coming off like scabs faded colors litter the ground like the final weeks of autumn right before the frost covers the ground every morning hoars frost turning the now naked trees into ice sculptures but not in here in here the paint falls in clumps of lead based […]
in hong kong they don’t have real estate for the dead so they built buildings like so many postal boxes to store the ashes in columbariums and that is disappearing as well seven point four million souls virtual reality tombs little boxes to store your earthly remains space trash send them to the moon or […]
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