march 20th

My America presents • LC #1176 •
I tried to manipulate my psyche into a fawn as if it were clay. But the only shapes I could create were giant triangles. Later, after wiping out and scrambling my brains on the rocks, I discovered that the innocence wave is a myth, and we could only ride reality hard. The Giant Triangle Gods stuffed $5.40 worth of pizza down my throat as punishment.

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