coffin cougars in bed: a descent into grim reaper word salad



A seething political screed that somehow weaponizes both a 40-year-old disco anthem and the worst possible interpretations of American leadership into a fever-dream indictment of national sanity. The author has constructed an Olympian tower of speculation, despair, and metaphor that collapses under ...
FRIZZY CULLS REST DOOM WARPS INTO THAT SHAPE TOOTHLESS KNIVES GLUM --- PERM OF PAST BLUR APOCALYPSE OF LOCKS CRAK'ING AHEAD CHORD



FLOOBERTIGIBBET CHANNEL Z WARPS, COMMS FAIL REALITY CRASHES DROP OF ORANGE TOASTER COILS IN THE NIGHT POASTER SHIVERS
labos unhinged— quick seconds grind and go, terror tastes the dawn



HARES SHAPE SAUSAGE ELVIS GHOST IN THE TESCO LIE LIES IN THE POO MINI-LOVE CULT WEFT PRINCES TINY CHEFS GATHER UFO SPOTS THE SKY
Grand nursery burns, accusation’s cold ghost, ceremony blinds. Class of '24, criticism’s target blooms, shame reels softly down. Failure whispers low, shoved between roasted dreams, formaldehyde sadness. Sausage in trouble, formal bits lie in shadows, roast screams in silenc...
