i waste acres of lifetime bumbling down all kinds of off ramps along the information highway of late, and finding myself in an odd place vis-a-vis my citizenship in our consumer society.
i come across things that i want but can't buy.
it's not my cash flow, which is the traditional obstacle between my desires and i, it's Time itself.
i want a case of ATOMIC EXTRA SELECTED,
and i want to light them all at once.
and i want to light them all at once.
i want the real 7 UP.
i want toothpaste that makes me
want to brush my teeth like 10 times a day!
want to brush my teeth like 10 times a day!
no more holy socks?
yes!
the wicked cool design is a great bonus.
yes!
the wicked cool design is a great bonus.
a self-slicing pig?
oh hell yes.
oh hell yes.
and yes - a few cartons of Caskets, please.
which i will share with other smokers,
because i can show off my excellent new holder.
because i can show off my excellent new holder.
i want to go out tonight in my Be-Bop glasses.
but if we're talking true deep and abiding need,
a Normalizer is probably the thing.
a Normalizer is probably the thing.
but go ahead- look me in the eye
and tell me an Exploding Hand Grenade
is not a buck-o-fun...
and tell me an Exploding Hand Grenade
is not a buck-o-fun...
and just to turn it up to 11,
i want to wear my Be-bop glasses and my unholy socks and my smokes and have a night out at the Magic Bar.
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i want to wear my Be-bop glasses and my unholy socks and my smokes and have a night out at the Magic Bar.
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