The thirties: beat-poetry, the prime of jazz, surrealism, cubism, and revolution. Wars everywhere with significant cultural changes and movements. Not to mention that if I was, say, 20 in the thirties, then I'd also likely see all the way up to the eighties, so not much better.

It changes every bloody second. Although, right now?

We are aimless
And the target is an empty wall
We're out of patience
With smiles that cut across her face
No complaints
But I wish I had my top of my brain
I'd like to walk
But the sun doesn't know we're awake

BECK

PANATONE!!!!

Homeless people are incredibly handy because their advice comes is easily interpretable slurs. Example: "So do you think I was in the wrong?" "Gefujjle rururur Abraham durfling maynaynay... urgh." "No? I'm the nicest person you've ever met? Thanks!" "Wafuhikuffle! Er er er waquatickular pineapple flickliflicki!"

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