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"while the mountains sang their songs for me

and i was carrying their tune

we gorged ourselves on strawberries

telling stories of our youth

then the sun shone its gospel down

we were soaking it all in

the wind comes and cools our skin

that's when the leaves would start listening"

-a song i wrote about chilling with my grandma

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i'm back home!! regularly scheduled updates will be back on track tomorrow night :) thank you to everyone for your patience. also hello to all the new followers :D we've got over 70 people in the family now!!! im thinking of posting house inspo so we can pretend we all live together. but seriously though i really appreciate every single one of you, you've all been so amazing :) love you mwah<3

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i changed my mind guys whatever's wrong with me really is special and there is no true diagnosis for it. and also im gonna live forever

lemme grind my pussy on this stalagmite real quick lol

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me in my cubicle of my 9-5 job:

I draw porn but not any of that sick nasty perverted sicko misogynist fetish porn made by and for disgusting sicknasty pervert men my porn is so cute and wholesome and feminist and queer and liberated trust me it's not even porn it's erotica my erotica is a pure honest true expression of human passions and emotions and the pure chaste passions of feminist lesbian wombyns trust me you'll love it it's so liberating see for yourself *hands you a drawing of Snufkin sucking his own penis*

sits on my own blog like it’s the edge of a lake wistfully

i don't budget because i know eventually this system will collapse and people will come to me to see old vintage stuff that only i have now

Being a flop changed my life. The world is not my oyster, I am glowing. I walked into a pole this morning. There's very little I wouldn't do for $1,000

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"women do stupid things when they're in love. that's why i've been in business for twelve years"

- Judge Judy

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i have this guttural, almost euphoric, sense that i am the only other human being on this earth that really understands and is captivated by Judge Judy. like me and her? best of friends. lovers from another life. we know each other so deeply and intimately but we are sadly separated by time and space. one day Judy. one day.

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The bull pants in the thick heat of its own blood. It strains against its own largeness. This is no field, there is no grass, no open sky, no cows, no shady tree. In due process the cranium is split from the corpus, and the bull returns to its sky and field.

The headless bull is a monument, an excess. A massive trash-heap of shit. The pile is rummaged through and slowly digested by the infinite number of earthly coprophiles. Hot globs of muscle and skin, gushing blood and seeping tears, all melted by bile into running shit. This hot alchemical slag of the coprophagic digestive tract flows across the lands, distributed across every meridian, from dust to dust. The body is not returned to earth whole but dissolves into the same feces that all become.

But the castrated head seeks another body. It resolves never again to touch the unclean earth. The sacrificial bull head, with horns erect like excited angel wings, its eyes rolled up in pleasure and locked like a hunter to the twinkling stars, its tongue drooping out for a taste of divine wind, is set to final orgasmic blaze over licking flames. Fur, skin, muscle, snot, spit, eyeballs, brains, all rendered dark and sacred cloud: A final little death for the remaining mundanity. A vein to Heaven has opened, and the ashes flow upward into the vaulted cranium of the sky along the pulsing hot wind. In a thousand years another celestial eye will join the countless others of the night.

i always think abt my cousin in greece who's like obsessed with american culture, bc ill say that im going to a barbecue and she'll be like "wow.... a real life american barbecue... will there be red cups?" you bet your ass there'll be red cups. take my hand. have a hot dog. all your dreams can come true here at the real life american barbecue