Paint
They moved some walls. Painted others. There’s creativity in the hallways. Look, by the elevator… How cool is that?
But why is it so quiet? Why aren’t we a buzzing beehive making award-winning honey?
Shall I tell you, boys and girls? Do I even need to?
You know that crazy old lady in a miniskirt with too much makeup? Not the actual person but the idea of her. She’s decrepit and dying but doesn’t see it. She has a memory of herself, young and beautiful, desired by many suitors.
Alas, she’s delusional.
Just like us.
This entry was posted on 08/04/2011 by Steffan1. It was filed under sex, drugs, advertising and was tagged with advertising, agency, blind, drugs, dying company, psycho, sex.
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