Emerald Fleur

M - hey, we got a lot of these bones we picked up for no reason so could we use them to build this mildly helpful stuff?

C - Sure, why not?

5 HOURS LATER

C - Alright, let's make the super armor.

M - We can't. They need bone juice.

C - Wait, aren't bones just lying around everywhere?

M - We used them all for frisbees.

C - WHAT?

M - Yeah, and the skeletons all got promotions and went to bermuda so we can't make any more bone juice.

C - We can't make the super armor that'll keep y'all from dying of toxic gas?

whenever I play this song I get sad because it pulls me back into my problems and reminds me of the forgettability of monotony. yet I keep coming back. it’s a celebration of what’s broken and wrong, it follows the uncelebrated tennents of our existence. a job is boring yet you derive satisfaction. in pain, you grow to love yourself.

And at the center of the song, desire. the american dream of a new dawn at the end of each day, a perpetual chase and an incontentendness of the status quo. the dream of change chased forever in a decaying landscape, filled with paradoxical hope.

Went ahead and splurged for myself some “BATTLEDUTY PREMIUM ELITE” and my dealer slipped me some of the good stuff

it’s a bad fing addiction to something I’ve been conditioned to accept has value but doesn’t.

Look at this BS.

f’ing fake bling

bling

blood money

dementor swagger

it just doesn’t end

phew, thank crisco, I’d thought I’d never see the light of day

but wait

what’s this