June 2008
1 post
the crown
it’s hard to feel sorry for the free beholden to no responsibility save to fight for our right to party, pampered with too much opportunity, each bite of our luxury increasing our morbid obesity. we are the prisoners of liberty. but it’s hard to pity our decay: spoiled choices rotting away. it’s a decomposing array we compose our lives from day to day and it’s hard to not...