Kill the Radio Star

don't cry because it's over. attack. attack everything around you. do spin attacks

a sense of calm pervades the shelf stable aisles of the supermarket, quite different to the desperate urgency of perishables

The Moon appears to have been caught in the branches of a dead tree

the groundhog reportedly saw "a blood red sun. in the foreground a massive wheel framing the sun in the sky. the wheel has ceased to turn". nobody is sure what this means but its probably fine

the spirit is not willing and the flesh it is not so into the idea either

No one wants to work anymore. All kids these days want is to physically transform into animals. Bones cracking, breaking, splintering apart, stitching together into exhilaratingly new shapes. Hair, all kinds hair, various fluids and oils and whatnot. Monstrous musk, hideous scents foreign to civilization. Ragged-lip maws dripping with alien teeth, crowning in teething agony like the birth of an infant god. Gore-streaked visages howling in pagan delight by the pale light of the moon, etc. No work ethic. He who makes a beast of himself takes away the pain of clocking in tomorrow

Werthers unoriginals. Werthers trite and cliche. Werthers entirely derivative

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