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*Ahem!* Presenting a poem, entitled "Third Place Shall By Mine."
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A single blue line of crayon was
drawn along every wall in his house.
What does it mean, I asked.
A pirate needs the sight of the sea,
he said, as he pulled his eye-patch down,
then turned and sailed away.
Zombie Penguins, Zany Zanes, East lodge, Consuela de la Morrela, and 3 othersAlta Sil, Thick-Billed Longspur, and Chronial
Buries chocolate eggs around the Bar.
East lodge, Consuela de la Morrela, The Peanut Feast, Thick-Billed Longspur, and 1 otherChronial
I'm not saying my deities are literally parents. I needed a metaphor, er, allegory. What else is similar to a god asking you if this is really sacrilege? Uh uh irrelevant thesis. Anyways!
I know it doesn't belong. God I haven't been playfully teased in forever. It's fun. Lately it's been bullying, and not playing to make the hole in your soulless body happy.
I had a dream that some friends from middle school were in the dream smp. This kid got shot on a horse during a fight sometime around Revivebur showed up. And then there was a hotel that tried to kidnap a bunch of people by leaving an open door and left out a sign saying "Walk in here!" Or something... and then a cop came in who was like a mix or Little Nas X, Ariana Grande, and the person who gave me a permit at the DMV yelled because "This room was supposed to be a place where we talk about how bad the world is now, because we were dumb." And keep in mind, the people responsible kidnapped like the whole dream town. They kidnapped the dsmp middle school people too. The thing is, the hotel was just fun. It was like bomb, until the doors closed on the human cage they built and left it wide open.
I also had a dream about this movie where this skater weed druggy lanky 20 year old and this successful Bella Donna 20 year old had to live with the guy's parents, and she liked the makeup his mom had. It was called Senior Performance, and I don't know if that's a real movie or not
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There you are.... oh damn it.
*leaves squirrel on the bar*
I can't believe we have to play this game.
This was on the house, waiting for someone to take it.
*surprisingly just waits behind the bar*
*steals food because plants dont eat plants*
*jumps and shoots your direction*
...
*throws durian onto the teleporter, sending them to the basement*
*gets back down*
Is it the one with all of those spikes?
A marvelous magician named Mandrake
Turned his assistant into a rake
The crowd was aghast
As the trick seemed to last
But that freshly raked lawn looks great!
Brocklandia, Zombie Penguins, Zany Zanes, Alta Sil, and 1 otherDefinitely not east lodge
Uhm, then what do you think a high percentage of the organic matter that roots consume used to be? And then there are parasitic plants like mistletoe, black senna, and cancer-root/broomrape that drain organic sustenance from living plants by "eating" them.
Why are you all looking at me like that? Janitors are supposed to know this kind of stuff, for ... reasons.
Zany Zanes, East lodge, and Consuela de la Morrela
Next time you decide to send a snack to the Spaghetti Monster in the basement, send along a gallon or two of dipping sauce.
East lodge and Consuela de la Morrela
You make yourself sound like an '80s hairdo. Need more Final Net?
Zany Zanes and East lodge
*ignore*
*places gallons of chicken nugget sauce on the teleporter*
I want a net for your mouth. Keep it coming
For moral reasons. It's the plant vegetarianism and is rooted in a sense of specist tribalism. I mean, oh no, the spaghetti monster.
On no. Not again!
I do the knitting. I want to make a frog beanie. I knit listening to heavy metal, too. Dont think I'm listening to some kind of cottagecore bs.
*hides in basement, avoiding the flying spaghetti monster and the dead durian*
*pops back into existance*
I will never cease existing. If I die, I come back to haunt everyone's nightmares.
Yeah, yeah--you and everyone else. Get in line.
Zany Zanes, Consuela de la Morrela, Chronial, and Durian fruits
Little poem for the weekend contest:
A Child and their dreams
No dream allowed, there
Where everything ends
You should hurry, dream amazingly
The days run
The eternal fountain has never been found
The winds that shake your house
Come from a place high
A place where everything belongs
Hurry. You are here.
East lodge, Consuela de la Morrela, and Alta Sil
Shut the fck up!!!!
Saving this for my own poetic venture
Well I was gonna request 5 minutes of "romantic Brocky", but I think I changed my mind. Plus I'm like 18 in hs anyway probably a literal crime...
I don't want to get in line. I want to drink some pineapple juice; I'll get in line for that
I'll send you my rate sheet. But I usually require a one-hour minimum.
How about we call it an "educational experience." Maybe you can apply for extra credit.
Zany Zanes, East lodge, Consuela de la Morrela, and Alta Sil
Here you go. One pineapple and a straw. Do you need a power drill to get through the skin?
A definition: https://www.urbandictionary.com/define.php?term=Cottagecore
East lodge, Consuela de la Morrela, Zombie ducks, and Durian fruits
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