On the lasting scars of imperialism and injustice across the world.
Two gas station managers compete head to head with current day prices.
I came upon a man singing this song of unsense,/His beard tied in a tidy knot/Around a fire hydrant, yellow paint flaking off.
Money, dirty money / dirty from the sty / calling craven eyeballs / and squinting little eyes...
It has always cost more, in paper.
Not anymore.
Gold is money again.
Money is supposed to last; not to be consumed. Gold lasts forever and has stood the test of time by increasing or retaining its its...
On the lasting scars of imperialism and injustice across the world.
Two gas station managers compete head to head with current day prices.
I came upon a man singing this song of unsense,/His beard tied in a tidy knot/Around a fire hydrant, yellow paint flaking off.
Money, dirty money / dirty from the sty / calling craven eyeballs / and squinting little eyes...
It has always cost more, in paper.
Not anymore.
Gold is money again.
Money is supposed to last; not to be consumed. Gold lasts forever and has stood the test of time by increasing or retaining its its...