there's nothing to see here

there's nothing to see here

there's nothing to see here

there's nothing to see here

there's nothing to see here

there's nothing to see here

the only things you need are mercury and smoke and sponges made from carbon

i hate you. you specifically. no-one else. just you

this is a nice page. i hope nothing happens to it. i hope it isn't boiled. i hope it isn't flayed. i hope it isn't defenestrated. i hope it isn't drowned. i hope it isn't torn to shreds. i hope it isn't arc-welded. i hope it isn't crushed