Late stage capitalistic imago
my mummy got all them plastic shoes
unload the future mad maxs at her house and go brave the heat erupted asphalts and needle homeless camps
its like a little cartoon motorcycle demon in one of those death defying cage ridings up in my head
swirling around himself in the narrow confines of my skull
the little guy likes his cake
and dopmanine administered iv into the dick vein
he doesnt live in your dick but he feels it