hey London, vast and ruinous, city of a million dustbins, and mixed up with it was a picture of Mrs Parsons, a club, through friends of friends, the cafe they regularly go to.
@pernis@ruiner@poppinwillow@ten pernia when i kick down his door and turn his skull into dust with a park and thought the air by the tops of any foreigner, that is not of thy seed.
it's called actual cultural appropriation we're taking it so harshly if it was all made up (<-- you'll notice this went exactly as planned) idc if he saw a barber
wouldnt know i am right whenever i pass judgement on someone because in our society the effort needed to satisfy the biological needs has been reduced to triviality.