Laugh ’till you’re dead

What a shitty century I’m living in. Clasped under pillars and pillars of concrete or suffocating over acres and acres of pesticide plagued green lawns. Boys in fast cars make their engines very loud, and when they push that pedal down, they rattle everything in town. I walk down the “preserved marshland” that solely existsContinue reading “Laugh ’till you’re dead”