A picture of the world filtered through my mind, which works something like a coffee maker. Bland, transparent, yet so vital; a crystal vision of what we've come to expect from the world passes over the contours and perversions of my brain to produce a potent and highly addictive substance.
All of this poured into a disposable blog with a cardboard caution sleeve for the more feeble and inexperienced customers.
Monday, October 15, 2007
Worst.Cookie.Ever. (H)
Below is a scanned fortune I got after opening my fortune cookie. This is real, folks.
1 comment:
i'd play the numbers--it's a sure thing.
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