They’re my weapon of choice

Feet are the back-killer. Back pain is the little-death that brings total obliteration. I will face my feet. I permit them to pass under me. And when they have gone past I will turn the inner eye to see their path. Where the feet have gone there will be nothing. Only my back will remain.

for a second I thought it’s some kind of bad dragon toy

My feet started sweating just looking at the photo.

Muadib.

Sure, that catches on, but not the nipple-windows.

It’s like they’re pathologically adverse to normal-looking shoes.

Those have incel fuckboi energy

Whatever the fuck that is