For Aftermath-letes, obscenesters, pomosexuals, recovering techoholics and those looking for myopic clarity. “From my rotting body, flowers shall grow and I am in them and that is eternity.” "Life is far too important a thing ever to talk seriously about." Myself : I suffer from culture envy, delusions of complexity. "Like so many Americans, she was trying to construct a life that made sense from things she found in gift shops." If gift shops were pop-up ads, shopping for meaning.
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Too many saviors, not enough crosses
I'm pleased with this hazelnut cappuccino with an espresso shot. I also had a thought of Jesus being used as a salesman. Instead of happy meals, we could have Heaven Jumpers, saving money and souls everyday! Or pulpit smashers about Jesus not being obese (duh, he walked everywhere spreading his word and sensible shoes). Then I realize I dont care at all about whether or not Jesus would endorse this sandwich.
But I still am working on my main theme ideas:
Four Horsemen walk into an ad agency
and a suicide note found in a thrift store overcoat.
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