Sing along with me, everybody!
- "One of these things is not like the other
One of these things just doesn't belong ..."
While I'm particularly fond of trickster figures like pre-Zombie Jesus and Loki, I'm not sure they'd have much to say to your parents, other than: "Buzzkill much, my dudes?" You really need to get your parents to relax more. Have you considered spiking their bottled water with Thorazine?
Have you considered combining catapults, cream pies, and politicians into a long-distance game show? You can award extra points for extreme velocity. And for the bonus round?--The cream pies contain grenades. I'd binge-watch that so hard.
*Ahem!* Presenting a poem, entitled "Third Place Shall By Mine."
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.
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
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*
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.
*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.
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.
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