It’s like cake, but scary and everywhere
THE TREES BOW DOWN BEFORE THEIR MASTER, THE SNOW CAKE, AS HE RISES AFTER CENTURIES OF IMPRISONMENT INSIDE A LAWN TABLE
There will come a time when the trees shall fall and the cake shall rise.
I used to come here… when the world closed in and got so small I couldn’t breathe. I’d look out at the ocean, and I’d think…
one big mac with extra ketchup and justice
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