À toi qui arrive, Ô piètre voyageur
Pitre de façade, malheurs en profondeur
Toi qui t’embarques pour ces bien étranges rives
I have to say I am a bit mad. Okay, I’ll admit, I am so mad smoke is coming out of my nostrils. Peace off.
Let’s push the doors of grocery consumerism. I like witnessing the experience, the image, the philosophy of the chain. I think of all those marketing teams discussing which message would seduce the consumer. Humanity is dissolved in the grand paradox of buying/selling shit: making you feel unique while spending $ on the exact same thing than everyone else.
I have spent the last week wandering around and asking my three little questions.
I have done my deed of bad stuff in oder to get away with whatever bullshit I decided doing. Yes, I am borderline and addicted to addiction, so let me tell you going out with me can be quite the adventure. Inspired by the many life lessons I have gone through while invading dance-floors and douching it seriously up, I have a few advice on