Digital detritus. Rotten meats and cheese from a mob front deli. No heros, no gods, no good rolls. Just static skyboxes the color of a carbon sink set on fire. Slick, future-forward design cues taken from the beginning of the triennial. Mental illness run amuck on an IDE. Feeling unsafe, yet? Don't sweat. Synthesis, a component of my impetus. Let the future shine on light beams of broken shaders and the lowest poly needed for your monkey brain to get that sweet sweet serotonin drip.
Pull the plug, crash the .NET
d66 checksums to crowd kill to your heart's content
don't leave your home, get astroturf carpet
k*ll ur d*g, buy a desktop pet