rumple rumple grundle grouches grontle bundle sturgeon porkwish to a cape a lathe wet with buttery tears, blood


sorry I didn’t go camping, bro
As I told you and the ten thousand invisible amanuenses
I am stressed out and trying to pound through some beefy madness, a tear-stained pork bunny
whence
whence
tents
I thought great italian garage rock would help

it did! it is doing the predictable garage rock thing of girding my powerwheel with tank treads so I may plough forth into the sandbox of daith

DAITH

peace