This house collapses from the inside, one smeared pastel dusk at a time. A cesspool nest of unrest and apathy that withers under the strain of laziness. There's a duplicate of it on every corner of Obesity and Intoxication. The sun sets on shattered shingles, and the creatures within are more concerned with their next fix of escapism from their own home, and the inevitable weekend of oblivion, than they are with not living in their own filth. Natch.
9:40 p.m. - 2016-03-31
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