August 6th a bad day for pareidolia
Today, when I looked up at the clouds, I kept seeing the mangled, bodies of dead children and no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't tell if they were from Auschwitz, Gaza or Hiroshima.
REMEMBER WHEN HARPER HID IN A CLOSET
IF HARPER WALKS ON WATER, I'LL EAT A PIECE OF SHIT.
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