My favorite piece of outerwear: The I-love-me Jacket. Ahhhhh, good times!
(It's kinda like the thunder shirt they sell for doggos easily stressed and upset by thunderstorms and loud noises. I highly recommend and endorse these. Hmmmm... maybe there's a Shopify or Etsy specialty store in the near future...)
rest in peace leelah. you’re gone, but not forgotten
It's always a sad moment when a child resorts to this to escape loneliness and despair. Parents out there: just because you don't understand or necessarily approve of your child/children's preferences in ANYTHING, please do not box them in and shut them down. Explore who and what the child is and what he or she is experiencing. Look past labels and the constraints of a society that trends toward rigidity and cold rejection of anything it can't or won't understand. Embrace your child as the most precious gift you will ever, ever, EVER receive. Hold onto that gift as if it is the only thing that matters in your life, from the time that child is born into your life until the day their hands rest atop your cooling hands. Do not let that brilliant star die, and please stoke the fires of love and humanity that burn as embers in the children. Know love and grace, and live eternally through your children.
For Leelah Alcorn, may you rest in beautiful repose in a greater existence. I never knew you, but as a person and a parent, I feel your absence from this world. My tears flow for what was lost to the world.
And for Leelah's parents: You don't deserve the other children in your life, not if you are so willing to throw one aside to mold your life for the approval of others. May you spend the rest of your petty, pointless lives mired in shame and regret. And I hope your other children abandon you as you did Leelah.
Yes it is. And this is lovely.
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I've decided to emulate the scores of socially upright people on this site and declare that o want other people to sustain my hedonism and pay my bills. I am vehemently casting aside all semblance of personal responsibility for my life and wholly expect everyone else to foot my bills. I will further promise to draw and weakly color anemic art that sorta, kinda addresses members of my audience's plights, but only if you give me that which I'm unwilling to genuinely earn through work and perseverance. C'mon, support a leech...
What I think I might look like come Saturday, October 31st, 2020, at 12:02 AM, a single minute after the tolling of my 54th birthday. The roads of life are getting steeper, and my trucks are getting permanently looser... (Note: That's a skater reference.]
That is all. Let the decomposition begin...
Casually cruising the 'Net this morning after watching a sunrise in splendid (yet regrettable) solitude this morning, I rediscovered these images. Beyond the ultimate tragedy that I know lies beyond in this story, it still stirred that romantic solar flare in my heart. Am I the only one that believes kissing is the most sensuous, most erotic, most erogenous of all physical expressions of love and intimacy?
I hope the answer is no. I might weep otherwise...
Heaving heart is full of pain Oh, oh, the aching ‘Cause I’m kissing you, oh I’m kissing you
This just made me actually giggle and snort out loud. A feature length film of "dancing" cat figures, presenting scores of personality spins on that, just ran through my head. Art film? Meh... but it would be fun as fuck to script and film something like that.
Hit me up with any ideas and let's have some literary and cinemagraphic-auteuristic fun... Let's make beautiful weirdness...
lets say, hypothetically, im a cat. a kitty cat. and for the sake of debate, lets say i dance dance dance.
I think some law, somewhere, might be in the act of being broken in this frame...
And, might I add, I can't think of another instance in my life where I witnessed a toothbrush being used in ways inconsistent with its labeling and design. I had no idea that it was a marital aid for turtles.
... my universe is ever-expanding...
This might seem farfetched, but considering the deliberate efforts by the mayor of LA to handicap firefighters at the same time as water resources were cut off, redirected,or otherwise rendered useless, including hydrants, with those moves authorized by California state leadership, it bears looking at deeper. Maybe Maui was the final readiness test...
Satellite footage shows all three major fires in Los Angeles, California starting at the same time.
Direct Energy Weapons 🤔
I find this to be quite the bizarre photo, not for the nude girl jumping up to smack the, ahem, meat, but for what lies on the aisles of this particular grocery store. I mean, honestly? Cat litter on the same aisle as cake mix? That could go disastrously wrong...
Credit: drinktheantidote
Llamas, the preferred meat choice of hungry b'ars... although it should be noted that Hungry Man did take a sheep dish to go...
I think that the ranchers in the future, in an effort to manage food cost and inventory control, just put in drive-thrus for their ursine customers...
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