Alcohol poisoning in a quiet afternoon. Evacuation of right angles and shredded plastic. The anticlimax of middle-aged rage exploration. Guided into the afterlife by synthetic stars and fading yellow lines. Sleeping away moral dehydration. Headache monologues as a tincture remedy for solipsism. Empathizing with the joy of longed-for mushroom clouds. Zombie faces in the blue-tinted caps, bellowing their ignorance into the stratosphere.
11:43 a.m. - 2021-12-31
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