The Easy Gullibility at the Heart of Self Proclaimed Identity
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
In the parlance of a generation a few beyond my own "I don't care what you call me as long as you don't call me late for dinner."
Empires collapse, fortunes evaporate, and stocks nosedive into hell—but a deep sleep, a clean shit, and a laugh that shakes your skeleton remain the closest thing humanity has to real wealth.