Consumerism
(I came with this one while analyzing the mold productivity of my fridge and, generally, kitchen.)
Blue cheese has an expiry date!? Common! It’s blue already. (So I ate it. If this is my last entry, you will know why.)
(I came with this one while analyzing the mold productivity of my fridge and, generally, kitchen.)
Blue cheese has an expiry date!? Common! It’s blue already. (So I ate it. If this is my last entry, you will know why.)
When you don’t have money you cannot buy anything can buy shit.
It calmed down the hysterical traffic and less to none horns could be heard. Cars were like tip-toeing. I was lagging behind, the calmest of all and well tired, taking my time in the heated seat, in the music of the perfect car sound system, with my license plates from not around here. The occasional traffic bully would recklessly speed by. I guess snow doesn’t work on everybody, reminding me of those daddy’s boys, their girlfriends authentically impressed or just scared shitless next to them in the front seat, beginners drivers with an edge cutting sharp through the night and traffic lights. Daddy’s paid for the car, daddy’s gonna pay for the scratch too, unless that scratch is fatal.
She was not a terrorist. She was not a murderer. But she wanted to flee. The money came, showing there are a few good persons still living in this world and freeing me of the nightmarish visions of her two little daughters being sexually abused by their father. And all this time important people in important people were talking about legal concerns showing their respective importance was matching their expertise. Other equally important people were talking about famous people on the wall. None of them has seen her fractured skull, nor her skinny hands around her unusually silent petite daughters.