POEM: The Sprawl Posted on February 27, 2021 by B Gourley cities grow outward like angry amoeba — false-feet stretching down the motorway corridors, and developing tumors that will metastasize into cities of their own, sprawling until they span the global petri dish Share on Facebook, Twitter, Email, etc. Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp MoreShare on TumblrTweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
Excellent, captures the essence of a Bill Hicks bit. . “I’m tired of this back-slapping “Isn’t humanity neat?” bullshit. We’re a virus with shoes, okay? That’s all we are.” – Bill Hicks LikeLiked by 2 people Reply ↓
Excellent, captures the essence of a Bill Hicks bit.
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“I’m tired of this back-slapping
“Isn’t humanity neat?” bullshit.
We’re a virus with shoes, okay?
That’s all we are.”
– Bill Hicks
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