//=time() ?>
Yuga Labs has agreed to purchase my 10,000 versions of Vaguely Suspicious Jessica Fletcher from the Grammy nominated series Murder She Wrote and we won’t be taking any questions at this time.
Saturn eating a barely warmed Kung Pao chicken Lean Cuisine while getting humiliated by a vastly unqualified manager in front of indifferent coworkers on a zoom call that could have been done over email at a job hell eventually die at doing what he hates.
a manufactured abomination created for the sake of transaction. but a birth nonetheless. life for the sake of life. its touch impregnates decaying egos. its withering fingers massage another flaccid orgasm from flesh incapable of pleasure. probing for nothing in particular.
onion growing from my elbow was my heart failing
asparagus protruding from my eyes was liver disease
carrots penetrating my fingernails were dementia
a harvest
a celebration of my decline
a bounty growing amidst the destruction and decay, their roots drank from my disease
good meat. give someone a beef, they beefs for a day. legalize ground beef, they beefs for a life.
boom! whenever my athletes Footenza is actin up, I slather my feet in Tough Actin’ Tinactin! For relief you can feel, use Tough Actin’ Tinactin!
“the only thing to fear isn’t fear itself. it is the threat of a lifeless lawsuit and the destruction of anything fun or enjoyable in the world.” Fidenza Krueger from Nightmare on Elm street 69
just blew 280 ETH on my Azuki that I think might look like Chumlee vaping a huge rad plume and carrying a 6 foot bong packed with beasters from the Nobel Prize winning show Pawn Stars. How’d I do?
ground beef god mode. there is no art. there is no afterlife. only ground beef. Beefdenza. Filetnza. Ground Mode. Legalize ground beef. Patent pending in the shit filled waters of a porta potty in northern indiana.