Two-bit, no-name, budget-brand, bullshit baby-men ( & women).
I watched the adults scramble to make the world in their eyes. It’s all the same. We fornicate and read the papers, like Camus pointed out.
Boring, Sidney.
Bor-Ing.
But there’s light, behind the mountains.
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