I was already ashamed for craving a bean burrito from a national bean burrito purveyor for supper after a super long day. Then, inside I saw a roach on a wall and a substance-addled man projectile vomit at demonic-possession levels. Message received: I don’t need a burrito.
Replying to @liamstack
In New York, concrete bunghole where dreams are made up / there’s nothing you can do 
7:29 PM - 13 Jun 2019
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