It’d never happen—or does it, everyday we go to work for the Man? My eyes, my brain, my very soul, aren’t these all organs we disposable donors sacrifice for the longevity of a corporate recipient? This “art” is unimportant.
March 6th, 2011 § 0 comments
It’d never happen—or does it, everyday we go to work for the Man? My eyes, my brain, my very soul, aren’t these all organs we disposable donors sacrifice for the longevity of a corporate recipient? This “art” is unimportant.
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