The soothing and nostalgic rhythm of yesterday beats like a hypnotic pulse which cannot be denied. It really happened - for good or for bad. Can you enter into the olfactory memories where innocence was shrouded by an authority, where social sanctions were conflicted?
Loaves of bread in a supermarket are not the subject of mere chance. Systems and procedures are required in order to display the final product. Do you understand? I am not so convinced that you do. So, fill up your tank with gas you ******’ idiot and keep on keepin’ on…just like the rest of mediocrity. Well done! You are almost there. But where is “there”?