Wal-Mart is despair.
That it was what it is made of. The ingredients for building a Wal-Mart are as follows: ignorance, greed, obesity and despair. It's 99.9% the last one there.
Wal-Mart is a special hell. You walk in there and immediately are destroyed. You're lost, crippled and alone. It doesn't matter how you arrived, you've been stripped of what made you human. Now you are naught but despair and longing for what may have once been humanity, but it is a vague memory and you can barely fight for it.
The diffused lighting stuns you.
Where are you
Who are you
Is time real
This is death. This is eternity.
Why is that obese man wearing a fox tail and tugging on his corpulent wife's thong?
Because you are sinful.
That it was what it is made of. The ingredients for building a Wal-Mart are as follows: ignorance, greed, obesity and despair. It's 99.9% the last one there.
Wal-Mart is a special hell. You walk in there and immediately are destroyed. You're lost, crippled and alone. It doesn't matter how you arrived, you've been stripped of what made you human. Now you are naught but despair and longing for what may have once been humanity, but it is a vague memory and you can barely fight for it.
The diffused lighting stuns you.
Where are you
Who are you
Is time real
This is death. This is eternity.
Why is that obese man wearing a fox tail and tugging on his corpulent wife's thong?
Because you are sinful.