high in the pines

higher than the trees

divine dismissal

dirty girl

bimtard

gains so big they need their own zip code

digital slaughterhouse, single-handed

digital dominance, physical inactivity

ass so clean it could run for office

because some people are just built different (and gross)

drippin’ harder than your ex’s apology

chest full of peace, back full of cosmic chaos

meditate like it’s 3 a.m. at the rave

build it heavy, they’ll come hungry

build the frame, they’ll come hungry

the only nuts worth hugging in public

because regular night skies are for amateurs

hell’s cutest activists reporting for duty

the sky said “hold my molecules”

stars, stripes & surveillance vibes

got ’em, squirrel style