(picture)..not possible yet
As so often realised before...
There is NO 'meaning' of life...really.
All one has to do is spend an hour having a siesta in one's favourite Atch... even hidden in the woods, parked up Sunday afternoon... every single one you see down here.. this whole peninsula, is performing " i consume"
As individualist be it fancy dog accessories ... always clean new 'walking' attire... just the right kind...
I consume therefore I am
The End Times...
And it is funny how have a bunch of nanas on your dash - food of the gods... they gawp with their fat empty eyes nothing REAL to think about other than look at me... i see you don't consume the way i do... (power drink/ 'nature' bar at 1.99 worth of ...sugar..etc...)
And none would ever take in or even ponder - all those endless Dry Robes.... need a lot of washing and every cycle half of their plasticated sludge...end sup in the drains... ends up in the sea... or you and me...
Bananas.
