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a man orders a sandwich at Subway
he feels powerful
at the prospect of forcing someone
to assemble his feelings in damp bread
he wonders if this bread is a foot long
and thinks about his impotence
later he picks peppers from the sandwich
thinking he wanted them
but didn’t
saturday. deposit your adoration. outside of a strip mall. bleeding formative memories into the blue light. to the sound of debt from a ketamine fueled employee. and the smell of freshly poured asphalt. and mid-sized sedans. and indifference.
roadmap: board a Disney cruise for a year and endure peak human suffering. Eventually becoming a mascot tasked with massaging the skin tagged flesh of vodka drenched beef muppet on their way to a grave at an all-inclusive resort in the Pacific Northwest trash vortex.
beef adjacent products count as bidets in the land of legalized ground beef.
ATH sale at 4.659 ETH for “regarding the inhalation of failing dreams” an enormous thank you to all the bidders and everyone supporting the legalize ground beef movement. We’re a peculiar bunch. But we all exist in the same goddamn strip mall parking lot. Beef celebration.