According to a recent survey, 61 percent of the world gets its news from the internet. The rest get their news from garbage blowing around in the street.
We lived in a borrowed car for three weeks, sleeping in the eerie, deserted car parks of national parks and down quiet, muddy lanes, the occasional fire providing warmth and hot food, but other than that, freezing our appendages off. We awoke to icicles on the inside of the car more than once, and inquisitive locals peering in a few times over.
And the ladies
I used to be daddy's little girl,
now I'm just the world's little whore.
Used to put on my dress and twirl,
used to think you were my world.
But where have you gone now that I'm grown?
I can't figure out where I've gone wrong.
Thinking of how it's been so long
since we sat down and sang the same song.
I miss you more than I miss myself.
Evolution from Godzilla