Phenomenal work, brother. You paint a portrait of crisp utilitarian heroism succumbing to its own torrid ardor and putrescing into husks as the corn stalks will inevitably shed and litter the rows to induce a marshiness to the air with their sheddings. For my own (no doubt long and committed) use of this track, I've surgically nixed one or two suggestions to turn the element of ruination into more of a game, as the understated, stoic, classically rational (some might even say "dorky")three piece set of skimpy white undergarments have a blocky, almost Pythagorean quality which highlights the marble slab and column-like structure of the male form, and fresh up the legs and tight on the boys induces a craving for militaristic discipline, encouraging the wifebeater and the briefs to rip from yoking up the iron and poppin up the glutes til your big bull ass looks fuckin massive in those tiny lil boy briefs -- my dick leaks so hard I give into the heat run to the john and furiously swipe at my meat through the porous wavy silkworm bliss of my sweaty stinky tight white fuckin briefs, bro. Work for you now. Voice makes me safe and supported, bro. Thanks for gifting the world this vital, necessary and important hypnotic loser uniform programming.