Y’know, for Halloween.
If you say so, friend—I keep breaking my teeth on it.
The trash of San Francisco is special trash—you wouldn’t be wrong to call it tech trash—it’s smart trash, urban trash, trash that knows where to go and when.
What we’re talking here is 21st century trash.
Currently entertaining all reasonable offers for this fine work of framed art.
The arguments for and against ours being a first world nation are legion: no universal healthcare, high infant mortality rate, a paltry education record, unemployment.
And yet, no stooping to conquer. America: land of contrasts.
You stare, recognizing a certain seductive quality. Dare I say my reputation precedes me?
For better or worse, the persistence of irony marks us.
I got you an early Christmas present. Your relatives will be impressed as shit with this. No, it’s okay, just buy me a beer next time I’m broke.
Beware the military industrial comfort.