and no sign of shattered glass in the background
more. There's something infinitely depressing about watching these filthy creatures trampling over each other to get to some ****ty piece of consumer goods. As a microcosm of the human condition, it's just a bit too near the knuckle. It's weltschmerzed the f**k out of me, I don't mind telling you.
For instance, how can anyone look at this picture and claim that mankind is in any way redeemable or worth saving?
and no sign of shattered glass in the background
We don't even wait for so called Black Friday, and *******s to your high quality electrical goods, we fight over dolls.
http://www.independent.ie/irish-news/news/gardai-called-to-t oy-store-over-frozen-fight-30765181.html
I was trying to find a nice contrast picture of Bumpy Johnson handing out food from a truck but am too hungover to find it.
Shopping should only be undertaken as a sort of mission. Defined goals, planned routes, in and out in the optimum time.
These people who wander around indoor malls breathing through their open mouths crammed with food whilst their eyes are glazed over with the sheer joy of it all.
Humans are ****
A la that picture.
Everyone has their dark side b, let's not make sweeping generalisations on 'ol Bumpy. Just feeding the family you know.