The rooster came out of a wire cage crowded with other chickens— white, brown, black— pressed against each other and pecking through the little wire squares. The owner of the stall, a man in a grey t-shirt with long hair and a scraggly mustache, braced the russet-feathered…
Steamy showers and the stresses of late-stage capitalism
I'm just trying to figure out this whole school thing. Bear with me while I ramble into the void.
“My name’s Fourth Wall. And I believe [that] what we perceive as life is actually a syndicated children’s cartoon.” A lot of you are likely aware that I…
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