An epoch of the anti=modern has begun
fists spoil the earth and dire hands sprout up
we are facing history, in all likelihood, as fear is coughed out of mechanical death-reign hierarchies, action heroes are abundant, and Rand lounges in the corner as an immediatley fuckable ride=paid art major, coughing up smegma and claiming value is not a virtue.
inherently pissed=off couch surfers flood Aldi's for all it's microwaveable worth, hegemonic food theories rustle up histrionic filth ( like any family reunion...it get's weird), smile/talk/smille/wal/KKK
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The guy flips through pages like junior/former KGB spits stupid and shrugs the spirit off, all hollow-wind and chest hair, confronts the monogamy of opinionated philosophies and produces farmer throws of good times and bad press. like a fucking champ.
our son.
the father.