hi

how’s late stage capitalism going

how’s the world burning going

how どう どう どうううleful dollars, dolors on the sands of time

какed up rhymes do little more than shake wounds on salted seas of blood of

howwwwling heft, war crimes, pain and wage theft

como como como, come on, i eat what cuts of flesh big business feed us, foddered plastic forks and violent greengrassed golf courses

but my mom thinks it’s her fault the paper straws come in petroleum based bags?

how come?

好 好 (owww)