So we’re all having a fucked up time this year. Rent seems to be due every month still, but then-again: it’s colder than usual. Then a CC runs out across editorial, and everything is like WHY again and again. It’s a sweat that hearkens back to a beckoning about self and who’s you. Nah, though. Because, again, why? Then losing sleep at night is like sleeping in the clothes you wore today, and sweat sticks and doesn’t wick, so a chill comes about every five minutes. “Death By Empire” is sliding into your cranium like bad gas. Although, the shivering body bound and gagged in the closet that’s keeping you awake, and not your own mal digestion. It’s all bee Severed+Said. Not Not Fun has answers via Occlusions. Grip some guidance ASAP!
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