So. Goddamned tired.
How can this be a real world?
In what version of a divine being’s creation is this shit normal?
What kind of sick fuck would create something like this?
Only the cruel or the incompetent could build something so inherently awful.
Fuck you, God.
Target: 1500 words
Written: 2479 words, novel: Father Lightning
Read: The Twenty-Seventh City, Jonathan Franzen
Comics: Gen 13 v2 25, Gen 13 Bootleg 14-15, Gen 13 Interactive Plus 3
Music: October 30, 1992, Buenos Aires, Nirvana