Once (maybe it was 2009), the dudes at the copy shop in Montrose let me browse through their binder of weird shit customers had printed. It felt like being admitted into a secret world of conspiracy theories and bizarro art, and it’s very existence was clearly a violation of innumerable corporate policies. It’s the closest I’ve ever come touching an eldritch grimoire.
I had no idea you were talking about Texas til I got to the bottom, I assumed you meant Montrose, PA.
@genderlessmenace666 Montrose is the artsy/gay/hipster neighborhood just outside of downtown Houston.
I 💜 this.
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