grau
wandering around for pommes, frittes, fries, or chips whatever can the poles being doing with potato hiding the basic necessities underground the typical farmer culture going back to australia i hear one is up to nothing good in the old country common misconceptions of the nothing new and a distaste for any kind of change whatever happened to progressive thinking has the world turned just another notch parents have never understood the ego tripping privilege of the new breed the dinosaur will eventually be buried under its own money stockpiling wealth on the second floor for the moment i will crouch back into a studio bunker on the other side of the river waiting for the bridge to collapse a lack of resources to rebuild a lack of imagination to reuse tunnelling the system into oblivion now is a good day to die the end of everything and the beginning of nothing