im sitting in a cafe.
the cafe reeks of cleaning products.
the cafe shares a room with some kind of church.
everything is clean.
the coffee is horrible.
noone seems to notice the VOCs that we are breathing.
there is shitty music playing on a shitty radio.
it seems as if everyone here is expecting a clean god, a white god.
a white god who loves synthetic chemicals.
the cafe reeks of cleaning products.
the cafe shares a room with some kind of church.
everything is clean.
the coffee is horrible.
noone seems to notice the VOCs that we are breathing.
there is shitty music playing on a shitty radio.
it seems as if everyone here is expecting a clean god, a white god.
a white god who loves synthetic chemicals.
posted by the color j at 2:11 PM
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come to the farm party at elisabetha and mitch´s on the 21st. I will be there, Tim will probably be there, and I will give you fresh picked, toasted and milled coffee from my home here in El Salvador.
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