Thursday, March 22, 2007

When I grow up...

Tinker.
Tailor.
Soldier.
Spy.
Doctor.
Lawyer.
Ballerina.
Fireman.
Astronaut.
Scientist.
Librarian.
Teacher.
Model.
Movie Star.
Writer.
Policeman.


In the world of "The Tribe," your options are not exactly limitless on career moves.

Post-apocalypse ... we have more need of the butcher baker candlestick maker than we do for accountants or designers or engineers.

And without adults, who'll teach the young? We already have children killing children & babies havin' babies. Zoot burned the books because he wanted the Old World to go away.

What are we left with?

-Chyna

Photo source: copyright Cloud-9 "The Tribe"

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