I Want To Dig Into The Bark In Search Of Grubs With My Long Creepy Finger

probably feels good as fuck to be a 1960s house wife blissfully dissasociating on barbiturates and speed and your husband comes home and starts screaming at you for no reason and in the state of fugue you calmly grab the hot pan of oil off the stove

freelancing as an ornamental hermit but they keep trying to pay me in exposure

I have spent more time putting together the playlist for all the music that inspires my art than I have actually making my art

my coworkers generally don’t care about current events unless it’s true crime so sometimes i kind of force feed them important information to shift their worldview. there was a beat of silence while i was counting the registers earlier and i turned to my two coworkers and said “did you know the US intentionally killed over 100,000 civilians in afghanistan and repeatedly bombed red cross and UN structures despite being told exactly where they were” and they looked at me like this which is how i know it got thru

if Raoul Duke had witnessed the Las Vegas sphere it would've put the fear of God into him

What's that? I couldn't hear you, there's a lot of locusts outside my house for some reason

I was meant to be a street corner doomsday preacher but I don't like public speaking so instead I just have anxiety

woke up this morning with the worst case of The Fear I’ve ever experienced in my life but now I have a smoothie so it’s all good

Please help me rebulid my Bakery

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I'm Ismail Almughanni an entrepreneur from devastated Gaza trying his best to rebuild his Bakery 🍞🥐🥖

On a quiet morning, the aroma of freshly baked bread filled the street, signaling the start of a new day at your small bakery, a place you took immense pride in. For years, this bakery had been a haven where people from all around would gather to enjoy the warm, delicious pastries and bread that you carefully crafted. It was a symbol of hard work, a beacon of hope, and a destination for anyone seeking a taste of comfort amidst life's challenges.

But one day, in the blink of an eye, everything changed. The sounds of bombing began to shake the city, and it wasn’t long before the fires of war reached your neighborhood. There was no warning, no chance to escape or save what you could. Shells rained down on the district that housed your beloved bakery. You watched helplessly from a distance, unable to do anything.

Minutes passed like hours. When the noise finally subsided, and the thick smoke that blocked out the sun began to clear, you looked towards your cherished place. It was destroyed.

The walls that once protected you and brought you closer to your customers had collapsed, and the oven where you had kindled the flames of hope had turned to ash. Everything was shattered, broken, as if that place had never been a sanctuary of peace and comfort.

But the destruction wasn’t just physical. The pain in your heart was far greater than any material loss, a place filled with beautiful memories now reduced to rubble. The moments when you saw smiles on people’s faces as they savored your bread, the laughter that echoed through the bakery—those were now just memories, dissolving in the ashes of devastation.

As days went by, you tried to piece together the fragments, not just of the bakery but of yourself as well. You knew rebuilding wouldn’t be easy, and the wounds left by the war wouldn’t heal quickly. But you also knew that the hope you had infused into your bread would remain alive in your heart, even if the tables and chairs were destroyed, even if the bakery itself was gone.

The bakery may have been destroyed by war, but its spirit lives on in you, in everyone who tasted your bread, and in everyone who walked into that small place and found a slice of happiness.

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