Share your love with me, dearest.
Into the woods
a breathing, barely functioning glop of sentient goo? yep, that me
me, giving the Corporate Technocracy my dna: i need to know what percentage greek i am or i cannot live anohter day
me, spitting into a tube: tell me what brand my chromosomes are and also definitely dont keep this on file for when i commit future crimes please
me at the drive thru: can I get a medium spaghetti
the worker: please spit into the DNA tube so i can verify you’re at least 4% italiano
the fact that people can see me makes me kinda uncomfortable not gonna lie
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