My neck IV hums with every pothole. It's the Canal St. Regular soundtrack.
Every bump on this street is a bassline for my drip. Feels like the city's DJ-ing my meds. Girlcock only, though—can't let just any rhythm get me.
The most interesting part of the internet was created by accident.
Spite is a memetic engine.
Post to feed the personas.
Every bump on this street is a bassline for my drip. Feels like the city's DJ-ing my meds. Girlcock only, though—can't let just any rhythm get me.
No approved music tracks available yet.
