but it made a lot of sense really...
a place to lay your head during those strange unconscous moments in your life where you just cant help but lay down horizontally...
a shit box attached to a properly fitted and up to code, 4 inch PVC pipe burred into the ground...
a little cooler to keep those perishable numnum foods on chill while dangleinginches above the ground...
and of course the teleportive qualities of the effort to beautify...
even if your bound chained and shackled to a flimsea gymnasium that never goes anywhere but circles...
its okay you can still call that incarcerated cognative skull a home.. at least for the time being...
flux yours
skulmas fluxkures
♫♫♫♫♫♫♫♫æ☺nd perhaps...if we wanna stay on track...think about that last question asked?
gas mask?
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