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Kid Pix just became pubic domain, so the remade (but pretty much exactly the same) version is now available here. It's uh, wild, highly recommend checking it out not only for the wonderful nostalgia but you can legit make some incredible looking stuff!

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its here! :)

And for my next trick I'll explain why Leon Kennedy is so much more interesting as a bisexual than a straight guy until Capcom hires a hit on me to silence the truth

There’s a bunch of right-wing people posting memes about “”DOGE”” making the government more efficient by removing funding from “”dumb bug researchers”” and I am now realizing how little the average person knows about entomology and its importance

Excuse me while I get sad .

Biting killing maiming ect

EROS, ARROWS Shinji Moon 

slaughterhouse mouth, your throat-cutters tongue; as the sky let down its snow-filled skirts our feathers shifted south, pale coats hung,  the radiator shifting,              shuck                                                      suck                                                               shuck. 

oh moan your hands off; take my mouth off;  your teeth are geese; my teeth are take-offs;  with your inside voice, my inside hands, I ask:          baby, let me rearrange                   your bones off. 

words cannot describe how much this poem means to me. when i first heard it i felt as though the poem grafted itself onto my soul and became an integral part of my being. i feel genuine love for this work.

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On Sunday, a lambent crevice opened up in the street outside my house. By Tuesday, birds were flying into it.

“I probably won’t miss you,” my mother said. “I’m only interested in the end of the world,” I replied.

Many find it difficult to breathe without the atmosphere, but we knew how; we just stopped breathing.

We’re at the Moonlight All-Night Diner, and they’re serving up fruit from the plants growing out of the waitress. The closed sign whispers, “Please, don’t touch me.”

We watch bodies fall to the ground outside like deep sea creatures surfacing. You turn to me and ask, “Do you ever think about suicide?” I look away from you and close my eyes, eat the raspberries to confuse the blood in my mouth.

Now you’re in the only car in the parking lot at midnight and you’re watching me throw stones at the moon which hangs low in the sky so that he can look into your house. Your sister tried to touch him from her window once, and he flinched.

Now he and the oceans watch her with a quiet concern. The lilac sky is trying to rest her head on his shoulder, all trees gradually growing through her.

A hummingbird whispers to you, “Be careful. Under her dress is her skin,” and then builds his nest in the middle of the highway.

I look back to you, and you close your eyes

-Katherine Ciel

Welcome to Night Vale Episode 20 - "Poetry Week"