3 in the morning in mcdonalds is the occult shadow-world where true civil war manifests itself
i don’t know about the rest of y’all but if i walk into a McDonald’s at 3am and i hear haydn’s creation playing up in that joint im going absolutely ape primal like mother fuck
I hate to do this, but I fucked up this week and I need money for rent, just $50 USD but I still don’t have it. You know how my parents are, they’ll freak on me and lord knows what they’ll do. Please help.