Yeah, yeah, yeah. The pain, the cave of the heart, the cave of vanatti, the celebration of life, the celestial apple, the celestial cobbler, the centrality of personality change, the ceremony of purification.

I mean like yeah, if you wanted to? Slogged through muddy fields and dribbling the last of our sacred water onto the sand. The most opulent stock of misinformation.

She, the grid system, can turn corners, can perceive the other side of her corner. For this reason, she, the grid system, is always lost.

Not to provoke, but where are your teeth?

Register on nobody’s retina.
Also: Don’t socialise with celebrities.