Not me eating breakfast at Dimes!
Aren’t we all, in a way, self editor in chief?
lofi beats to relax/survive several overlapping catastrophes to
What about everything that hasn't collapsed? (Yet.)
Can the British hypnotize moles? Are we sure New Zealanders don’t control the sunset?
"Like, you know how this plays out."
Hooray, hooray, it's Meltdown May!
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so much depends upon / a single astro ape / glazed with slurp juice / beside the lab monke
The five stages of grief are denial, anger, spouting off in the group chat, exercise, and Googling Molotov cocktail recipes.
Shaking my head dot com dot au.
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