A Mug full of Muggling

The ticket stabber

Wants to Make Friends.


Sitting swimming

Mouths open, taking

Starving Chirping for chips.

Stuff your fucking mouths.

There’s a mortal moment,

everyone will know very intimately,

whether it was worth it.


This shift is turning into a hostage crisis.

We’re all going to die.

I’m a shitty negotiator.



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