I DON'T KNOW. I JUST WORK HERE.

And I could see the point.
This was an ad with high style.
Images rich with content,
without saying a word
artistic
even.
Geared toward a certain crowd
within a certain tax bracket.
Happy endings with lots of tears
I'm a sucker for these things
And yet
these pillars of normalcy
are death to a vibrant community.

The muses dead and gone,
the music
flush with ugly victories
apathy breeds strange charity
this life
we're born into wailing and screaming
does not seem like you're in for
treasured memories.
How fast I make up my mind
about who I shall be
for each new first impression
never ceases to amaze me.