random free write flow.
sometimes i sit in malls and just watch, watch and wait.
ive surcomed to this sort of thing so many times, in fact it would even explain my current finicial state
i cant help but look at all this stuff and have a fleeting moment of oh that would be nice
or that would be fun. its nice to have nice things. even the placement and the lighting of a lot of these stores.
sometimes this much comsurism digusts me, but we all guilty of it at one point.
little gagets that's killed or made every day intereactions with other different and even absurd compared to how things used to be
i sometimes try to drain out and play irgorant to the ways with get our products and in a very selfish way well it makes me happy it ends there right?
La senza, despite the vast collection of stuff i have from them, none of it is made here and its not even made in the states.
made in places like banglesh. which brings up images even though i am not 100 perfect postive on their work labour ethics
having 16 year old girls and grown women working on these very pretty commerical underwear for self indugent people in a first world country.
even the jewelry store creeps me out. even though i dated a jeweler, just the whole idea of how these gems were found, harvested in made into luxury consumer items
things like blood diamonds. the mines, the hard labor.
makes me and my mommy and daddy issues so god damn first world. so damned tiny
or maybe. i'm just hungry. even there, the food induntry is a scary place. its a massive money making machine, even the food being so readily 4
all you need is the money. money money money, everything and all the complex idea and thoughts and systems that run through even the smallest most simple food court
is something to me.
or maybe im just hungry.
ive surcomed to this sort of thing so many times, in fact it would even explain my current finicial state
i cant help but look at all this stuff and have a fleeting moment of oh that would be nice
or that would be fun. its nice to have nice things. even the placement and the lighting of a lot of these stores.
sometimes this much comsurism digusts me, but we all guilty of it at one point.
little gagets that's killed or made every day intereactions with other different and even absurd compared to how things used to be
i sometimes try to drain out and play irgorant to the ways with get our products and in a very selfish way well it makes me happy it ends there right?
La senza, despite the vast collection of stuff i have from them, none of it is made here and its not even made in the states.
made in places like banglesh. which brings up images even though i am not 100 perfect postive on their work labour ethics
having 16 year old girls and grown women working on these very pretty commerical underwear for self indugent people in a first world country.
even the jewelry store creeps me out. even though i dated a jeweler, just the whole idea of how these gems were found, harvested in made into luxury consumer items
things like blood diamonds. the mines, the hard labor.
makes me and my mommy and daddy issues so god damn first world. so damned tiny
or maybe. i'm just hungry. even there, the food induntry is a scary place. its a massive money making machine, even the food being so readily 4
all you need is the money. money money money, everything and all the complex idea and thoughts and systems that run through even the smallest most simple food court
is something to me.
or maybe im just hungry.