Wearing the traditional communist attire of fishnets, a cigarette holder, and a giant black trench coat.
I’m the guy in the back left tripping balls and stealing logos from paint corporations to use in our propaganda
Don’t say fish net communist. Don’t say fishnet communist.
I’m the door communist, lotta bolts on that door, someone’s gotta make sure they’re properly maintained. You don’t wanna go through all the rigmarole of peeking through an eye slot to ask the password and then opening the door when the correct one is given only for the latch to catch, leaving your comrade milling around on the doorstep like an awkward bugger, and the damn thing won’t budge, and you ask for help but all these lazy sods have decided they have better things to do, and now you’ve embarrassed the whole cell in front of the new guy.
Fuck that, that’s why I keep the screws tight and the bolts lubed.
I’m the guy working on building a bomb in a crowded room where there is no reason I should be building a bomb in
like, i should be somewhere away from people? but no. I fuck up and everyone goes down with me
a bomb is when you connect a bunch of dynamite with an alarm clock using no tools while your friend shows off his new fishnets in the la-z-boy
Look we can’t all be the one with fish nets alright?
