not a body of work, this is my body laid open

honestly im not even waiting for that green light and i dont even want it

when a moot changes their pfp i feel like a baby whose dad shaved his beard

t shirt that says I PUT A NORMAL AMOUNT OF THOUGHT INTO STUFF

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

if you’re not paying attention to trees and how they sway in the wind then what are you even doing

i’m like a clown that no one hired or pays

a slaughterhouse. an outlet mall. slot machines. fear of god. you know the usual

one must always ask themselves How Can I Make The Most Niche Content Possible That Only Caters To Me

Some lots are so big they have bus services specifially inside it. The lots are broken into sections and buses go around to their sections at a set amount of times before the start of something and drive people to the main building.

The societies of lost people inside The Lot would probably operate something like that to locate and pick up new arrivals and bring them over to one of the major settlements.

I think maybey thsres somwthing arong with me