Cool for cools sake isn’t cool. For a short while in 2003 I harboured thoughts of being cool. Because I wasn’t cool. Which isn’t cool. Or hot. If you are really cool. That is hot. So cool you‘re hot. Which in turn is cool. Being dead isn’t cool. Unless your cool, hot and dead. Then that is cool. But not necessarily hot.
Befriended a dead moth. Nuffin long.
