I mean seriously.
If I were part of the NWO I’d spend all of my money on giant video billboards, plant them around the world, and play this clip on repeat.
You could control MANKIND.
I mean seriously.
If I were part of the NWO I’d spend all of my money on giant video billboards, plant them around the world, and play this clip on repeat.
You could control MANKIND.
On and on. Freeways of friends. Heading in the same direction. But not the same destination.
Fingernails are growing at an uneasy rate. Thinking they feed on grime.
I’m a sucker for the hook. Line. And sinker.
The world continues to be amazing, long after you’ve moved on.
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Eh, Glee. What are you gonna do?
Still like it.
Knives in the upholstery. Our stuffing pulls free.
Cigarettes pepper the sidewalk, amber fuel in a tiny glass, voices raise and a bartender with hip bones carved like bowls.
Save me.
I hate ring around the collar. What year are we living in that this shit still exists?