Also, Embroidery Is Awesome Because Thats What Computers Are Made Of-  RAMs Are LOLs, Little Old Lady

bow leg boy’s family dedication theme

jay gruska’s americana theme, played on a hand-crank music box

my name’s blurry face and im not die.

Sam, holding a gun to his/their wife's head: tell me the name of our son without looking at his overalls you blurry piece of shit

His wife: can you feel your heart burning? can you feel the struggle within? the fear within me is beyond anything your soul can make. you cannot kill me in a way that matters

Sam cocking the gun, tears streaming down his/their face: I'M NOT FUCKING SCARED OF YOU

rain. i lyk rain.

cause im a pebble,  I grew up in the remains of a swamp, the rain always feels like home to me.

what is it even called... cymatics i suPpOse

these are random medicines and capsules and small stones dancing to bass. so guess what medicine’s not the evil huh?

also i have 100% confirmed by this that they “feel” music, and so silicon is the other life thing.

if throwing pebles and puddles and making pawed animals trip over is not sibling energy, then why 4?

yes yes google suck . it bitch. ecosia god. use only ecosia.

but gotta give it to google. it knows me, and i love that. look how it makes me poems.

also google doodles are fun.

the beauty of circular writing

come onnnnn man

….

there’s a way tho

Par ici

my minion hab made these flags for the goats.

I guess the revolution isnt happening after all. I wont lie, we (my goat wife & i) were looking forward to this. Especially her. I dont much care for technicalities. To me, we are as married as 2 goats can be. But as fate would have it, same sex marriage isnt yet legal in my country. Neither is adoption by same sex couples. But with the anger of the people, she thought #theysilencedyou could snowball into a real movement. That we might be able to wed one day, as other goats do.

You see, we become complicit in our anger. Caught up in the mundane intricacies of life, she in her job & I in mine. We forget how much has been taken from us. How much is being kept from us still. Our anger has to take a backseat for us 2 live our lives as normal goats.

But when something happens, no matter how small, to remind us of what we're missing, the anger wakes up again, like it did because of CW's censorship & queerbaiting. And in that anger is a spark that goats like me & my wife will cling to. Maybe the spark will light a fire, we think. Maybe this is the day it'll all burn down. Maybe now things will change. Maybe this time we'll be set free.

But it dies down. Like this is dying down. You'll forget your anger & we'll forget ours. & I'm the one that'll have 2 ask my wife to put her molotov cocktails away (she makes them with such dexterity). I was hoping to never have to do that again. For once, I wanted to see her set fire to the streets. She loves burning things. Carries a lighter in her pocket & smiles at the flames. & you should see her when she smiles, people. You should see her when she smiles.

But I'll do it a million times more (& I know she will, too) if it means we get to feel that hope again.

We don't regret the hope. Thank you for the hope.

Ryujin

because i followed this course instead of my university

i managed a good job. hehe.