where you get the cheese
this looks more like i am laying on a slab looking up at a psycho doctor who has paralyzed me but left me conscious and is about to perform a horribly sadistic operation.
in his basement, in wisconsin, with rusty kitchen and farm implements, grisly bits of previous victims skin and hair still stuck to them.you are speaking in that faux-soothing tone you have.the basement is that of an abandoned brick church with bricked-up arched windows.
A slab sounds so heavy and permanent. If I can't strap it to my bike, I don't want it.
okay. change. i am laying on an xtra-large skateboard.
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