We enter a time of calamity. Blood on the tarmac. Fingers in the juicer. Towers of air frozen in the lunar wastes. Models dead on the runways, with their legs facing backward. Children with smiles that can't be undone. Chicken shall rot in the aisles.
See the pillars fall.
Please tell me you know who this is...
I'm scared of the future.
I'm scared of originality and decency dying. We're seeing the start of it now. The decline of civilization as we know it. Look for it, and you'll notice it to.
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