gratuitous

There is a distinct allure to that abundance and nonchalance of wealth and excess. It’s horrifically disgusting and unfathomable, yet still that allure remains. What is it?

The sheer possibility? The promise of Everything, of nothing in particular?

I think that’s it: the possibility of the World. The only thing left to acquire are those final acts of absolute gratuitous horror unachievable by those less well off. The absolute distant experiences and actions. The Horrific.

Oh, violence. You are too prevalent.

I’m stopping myself from enjoying this cigarette like you’ve no idea.

♪: cold war kids