Vending machines are a cumbersome and funny thing…they can’t assist with finding peace from mind, only clog you up with plaque with its typical encased offerings leaving you brain fogged…not much of an inventive design to boost evolutionary thought.
I prefer a moment of sunshine on my face
morning doves offering their grace…
it will take you places hustling can’t. I suppose the hustlers wanting their next fix don’t find these apparatuses as futile as I do.
I do love this rendition of a vending machine, but I am bias of the artist…I am his biggest fan, what mama isn’t of her progeny?