“We’re in a giant car heading towards a brick wall and everyone is arguing over where they’re going to sit.” David Suzuki
To Spite Ourselves Not needing, buying all the clutter, Himalayan yak butter and stressed Kenyan asparagus, with the perfume box set from London or LA, and an emu bone photo frame from authentic sources in a foreign land, or origami cranes folded by eccentric middle class cats, always making meaning from advertising, and culture from dollar power that enslaves millions as disposables in a well oiled war on life and love where we slaughtered the dove and killed our planet, just to spite ourselves. Copyright 2021 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
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