Nov 08, 2005 00:10
In the ruined wastelands of America, where concrete towers over natural landscape and people look down as they head to jobs with minimally important bureaucratic function, the lost children of a dying tribe strike out at their mechanistic techno-social order by indulging in one of the last organic pleasure possible: marijuana.
ah!
brilliant.
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