This is about eggs--
--I knew she had--
Epidemic regions of her brain
Fogged out and cleared by her mental state
She’s on a bomb>
>officially dead.
You gotta wonder where they all come from
She’s a stuffed pig. Figure out where the last few are, because this damn town can’t stand for anymore cracked eggs. they’re running lose.
I’ve....known....all my wives by their barcode.
I keep them in cages--I keep them on chains.
I make them want to crawl back inside of their warm eggs.
Mutated ARCHS
But afterwards,
all the shells are alwas swept away
and nobody remebers the mess they made
They killed my parents from the eggs.