what’s the fucking point
wax is running out
i don’t wanna be a bother but the bloodbath makes me feel so light
no music without decadence terpsichore’s sidearm i am a postprocessing filter and someone has been scrambling SPIR-V it feels so thin in this this micro in fish in tmux in fish in kitty in whatever the fuck does it even matter it’s a set of stolen assets it’s a mangled tower of shuddering flesh and wavs and boxpaper sketches and
my insanity is supercharged with particular music. i suppose vylet is that today