Bull

Supermarket checkout aisles are tight little spaces lined with misery. On either side of you are so many pages of pain.

"I'll take a pack of gum and the chronicles that starlet's fall from grace. Thank you."

I'm not sitting in some ivory tower shaking my head, because I'll glance too. I just think it's interesting how captivated we are with destruction.

(Too bleak? I'll try and funny up the next post.)