reductio ad absurdum
2026-06-22
your car makes you seem like a bigger person baby but you're not
and i don't mean that as an insult
you wrapped up in a metal box
baby i'm a hypocrite cars are fine as long as you and i ride them
but not when i want some peace and quiet
and not when i despise asphalt
not when i despise walking at the edge of the road
not when i despise roads
cars are fine as long as there are no cities
and no places for them to be used
baby grey is cool as long as you're the only one that has it
people are cool as long as they are loved ones
i love you
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