lead tampon in me while i eat my listeria meat & cyclospora riddle veggies and wash it all down with microplastic water. afterwards, i inhale wildfire smoke and listen to the serene sounds of the data center built across the street. there’s a flock cam too recording it all
that 5-minute window after smoking where you realize you took one hit too many, and now you have to sit perfectly still on the couch trying to negotiate a ceasefire agreement with your own brain.