beneath us
everything is connected
Double quarter pounder meal vitalises me; i become superhuman. Toxic hormesis charges my meridians initialises golden elixir kundalini coke drip. I revert to primeval Fitrah, devolve to ascend like a swamp beast doused in nuclear sludge. enlightened man turns poison into food.
Sperm count: zero. laptop frying my balls and making me infertile, desk posture got my neck sounding like a bag of doritos when i turn my head, deep vein thrombosis from extended sitting sessions, tripping on McPUFAs and iCal Neuralink psychosis. 40 hr work day. CEO mindset.