harbingers of the apocalypse, crank professors of human nature, and artists who make nothing: they float desperately in a sea of pornography and materialism. a few communicate at a virtual place called MindVox. gone to heroin and the vicissitudes of life for years, these souls occasionally grunt and burp to online life and recede again. here is a selection of their latest musings:
Monday, August 29, 2005
fortitude at the grocery store before the big one
'You can sign my death certificate,' cigar bar owner Michael Kincaid said, standing in line at Mattassa's corner grocery with a six-pack of beer, a bag of potato chips and a package of chocolate chip cookies. 'My biggest investment is here, so I'm going to stay with it.'
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