sp3ktr:
"chemical warfare" in the rubble of forgotten
dreams, apocalyptic dream fiends suck the forgotten desires through
rubber prewar techmology. Sweet dreams are made of these plastic fumes
and asphalt vapors, the devils beat box blasts the forbidden scripture
"there ain't no forties, and there ain't no blunts, I ain't had no ass in
five years and eight months", thanks to my model for todays drawing,
you are a rockstar❤❤❤