“Oh really, then what are those?”
*looks pointedly at the rows of Anxiety Factories hammering out product day and night*
“Oh really, then what are those?”
*looks pointedly at the rows of Anxiety Factories hammering out product day and night*
Our air is mustard gas
The sea’s all microplastics
But damn, my nipples could cut glass
Our air is mustard gas
The sea’s all microplastics
But damn, my nipples could cut glass
Kids finding eggs filled with teeth
Kids finding eggs filled with teeth