Sunday
Author Archives: nails
I can’t read
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom and the possibilities it seems to offer
children round the world, put camel shit on the walls
we declare that god is dead, then turn ourselves into gods
The nothing has killed itself
In a loveless world, love can only be saved through death
we’ll buy some drugs and watch a band, then jump in the river holding hands
Inverted consumerism
Never tell the truth, kiddo, it’ll only get you into trouble
My life is a hashtag 