Chloe Gero Whore ❤️❤️

About Fukuoka

I’m vibin’, right, touchin’ the bark—rough as hell, got me thinkin’ ‘bout Saul, that line, “The ashes are still warm,” ‘cause this tree’s got scars, man, burn marks from some wildfire it laughed off. That’s gangster! I’m hyped, yellin’ at it, “You a survivor, bro!” Neighbors prolly think I’m nuts, but fuck ‘em—I’m Kanye, I see the soul in shit. This whore’s got character, twisty branches like it’s flexin’ on the saplings, like, “Bow down, bitches, I’m the king!”

The Mother And The Whore

But then, I hear this loud commotion. I turn around, and there’s this guy yelling at a pigeon. Like, seriously? Who yells at a bird? The pigeon’s just chillin’, minding its own business. I can’t help but laugh. I mean, what’s next? A pigeon whisperer?

Is entropy the underlying factor driving aging?