We're surrounded by porn.
Distractions, right? Beyond unnecessary.
I plug my ears every few minutes on the subway.
Grand Central & Borough Hall are squeaky & whiny when the trains move in & out. They're always moving at Grand Central.
Magazines on display & on sale at the "news" stand. Mags about celebrities & strangers with money. So we can think we know these people. To give us something to talk about. To fill "unused space" with photos of video chicks & colorful candy (read, damage) for the brain.
Who pays for that shit? If you want to, you can read it online & save the paper. But why would you give your attention to that?? I can't understand it.
Create something.
I'm still wrapping my head around my capabilities. Why do people not want to know their potential? What is potential anymore?
It's porn.
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