so i dreamt that i was in a hotel, standing outside an elevator. it was like any other elevator, except for the door, which was shaped like a porthole on the side of a ship. i had encountered this before. i thought to myself about the struggle of actually wiggling my body through the porthole, which involved squeezing myself though it in a very uncomfortable manner. instead, i decided i would...
Lou Barlow. Old Man.
the problem with religion is that it relies on rational thought, when in fact its essence is poetry.
been away for a while. poor. don’t have money. stealing other people’s internets.