2 May 2012
The sun beating through stones breaks on the window shining rays of golden hatred into the misanthropic headspace.
In this cocoon lies the great pussy of the western world. TED talks on success and the different ways that famous people have achieved it.
Underwear strewn across the couch waiting for someone to relieve its forlorn disorganised state and allow it to achieve a more perfect symmetry.
The educated alumni, attempting to blow his own brains out with an Xbox controller. Lost in the chasm between reality and fiction, the world now on the brink of self destruction at the hands of governments, or terrorists, or kids with computers.
A desperate stink coming from the northside, probably rats dying in the drains or horse shit stinking up the footpath.
Only in this city would a man need to hop from left foot to right, gingerly avoiding the mounds of dung left by the itinerants horses.
At least it's a sunny day
A Sunny Day • Opuss № I