we secretly couldn’t wait for AI to tear it all down

it was moments like these when i became quite convinced that money really did buy happiness

when it’s utopian fukery after utopian fukery n u jus can’t anymore

something about shit creek n a paddle

postcards from hell exhibition

calving season again. maybe tomorrow satan, maybe tomorrow.

The Gift

when they wanna be all matchy-matchy again n ur jus like

but it was not good – billy was once again caught looking for the end of his rope

lurching from one hellscape to another

it’s acid raining again & all Harold talks about is the flood

it was at the most inopportune moment when u started to wonder who the puppet masters really were

when suddenly u realize ur playing a game u never signed up for

when u were promised mass disassociation but this is not what u had in mind

when the appropriate level of fear is unclear