One day, when I really had too much time on my hands, a friend wanted some company for a quick drive to Chicago. I said sure. When we got there, my friend had to do some business for a couple of hours. I said just drop me off at the Chicago Art Institute.
Well, I'm just walking around and I see a bunch of people, so I goes over to see what everyone is looking at.
Yep, you got it. The Mona Lisa. Smaller than life.
It's truly an amazing painting. More so, than any photo.
I always tell that story whenever I get the chance.
I guess the moral of the story would be:
Get out there, go places, do things, experience life.
wake up, call some girl you know, give her the sob story, get some and get fed... it surprisingly works more often than you would think... its the whole motherly instinct thing...
Advertising has us chasing cars and clothes, working jobs we hate so we can buy shit we don't need. We're the middle children of history, man. No purpose or place. We have no Great War. No Great Depression. Our great war is a spiritual war. Our great depression is our lives. We've all been raised on television to believe that one day we'd all be millionaires, and movie gods, and rock stars, but we won't. We're slowly learning that fact. And we're very, very pissed off.
__________________ He who lets the world, or his own portion of it, choose his plan of life for him, has no need of any other faculty than the ape-like one of imitation. He who chooses his plan for himself, employs all his faculties.
-John Stuart Mill, On Liberty
I must create a system or be enslaved by another mans; I will not reason and compare: my business is to create.
We know you're smokin wherever you are.
dude.... how old is that kid and what does he have?
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