why does literally everything make me cry
There is Nothing by David Shrigley
This blog is a mess.
I don't have an aesthetic.
I've replaced it with my thoughts, which explains the first sentence.
Remember, tomorrow we are not crowning a king, or bowing down to a dictator. Tomorrow our new employee starts his temp job. We’re the boss.
Living in America is like constantly making a sandwich with someone instantly eating it before we can even lay the last piece of bread down.