How is Little Red Riding Hood doing? Those waves clashing at night. The sound of a sonar pulsing in your mind. Seeing the out skirts of a valley being created right before your eyes. Where does it start? Where does it end? Well let the only person who will ever know tell you.
Where is that person? Well let's just say they took a wrong turn and eneded up in a Jenova. Jayhova? No lets not go there. Spineless beings crafting elixers containing: joy, trash, claps and negativity.
Just grab it and tell them no. You paid for it. Why do they need it? Fuck them, and actually, fuck you too.
1 comment:
Glad to see we are on the same page.
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