Fitting since this shit is never aesthetic in person

And my greed for knowledge in a world I cannot understand plagues me while they work undisturbed by its frivolous presence.

What am I, when compared to efficiency. Who am I when compared to the hive.

In her sins, I hope to find salvation.

Scheduling strikes again... but this time, I'm not completely distraught about the concept of being alive

Braps and the burbs

This is a lot more pathetic than it sounds don't worry