hit the starsHer hardest hue to hold
Her early leaf's a flower;
But only so an hour
Then leaf subsides to leaf
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day
Nothing gold can stay
-robert frost-
hit the stars
so the questions still remain but the big one always stays unanswered. tell me,
do you love your
a) god
b) gun
c) government
d) fuck you
the power of choice is yours. ring in now and get a free promotional orange squeezer. now with 20% more squeeze. oh sweet juicy joy.
scary scary. but still very squeezy.
now that a levels are popping up over the horizon its time to go into hyper mode. burn baby burn! because its that time of the month year again and time to hit it good everybody. cos we are the champions and everybody knows that!
we are the champions
so let times be as they will; the damage we do to the world is offset only by the damage we do to the unreal world; of numbers and money and money and numbers, global efforts to stop the fall of global produce; but nobody gives a damn about the rainforests. so we'll start on a philosophical retreat on the 26th of november, and retreat, for a while, into the glorious mysteries of the past.
disapproving. bad world, very bad.
