Not Lying: Doing Industry Stuff
Life is not about envisioning the impermeable barriers you think are blocking you from happiness. It's about finding it right in front of you
And I just want to tell her, fuck these people. The New York Times exists to sell warcrimes to the intellegentsia. To explain new kinds of jazz to the people who ride cargo bikes with their kids on the back to run walkable errands. To tell the same story a Russian guy told 200 years ago but with “Snapchat” “cocaine” and “Verso” found-and-replaced.
The establishment circles the drain, picking at scabs that look like something else. Cosigning The Drunken Canal.
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