Posthumous Likes

You know what I miss? I miss the 1890’s. I LOVED the 1890’s.

This song, of late. It has before this time in my life not done anything to my soul, but it most surely does now.

“And he was just like a great dark wing
Within the wings of a storm
I think I have met my match, he was singing
And undoing, and undoing the laces
Undoing the laces”

Sarah – Fleetwood Mac


Ancient Cataclysms

Is there anyone with any bit of authority in America or are we just tongue biters afraid of our immediate bosses?
—Ancient Cataclysms

You know, all this stuff about laziness and shit. Fuck those slave-drivers. Fuck them to tell us how much work is enough. I deserve to have enough to survive, you mother-fuckers. I deserve to have enough time to be interested in public service and for fighting for my rights. Enough time to be away from people which will allow me to reach my full potential for “weird”.

God gave you one tongue and two ears, so you would listen twice as much as you speak (a likeable saying, and rhymey, so that’s fun. But it’s a bunch of bullshit, like everything else under the sun).

OOH LISTEN TO MY BITERNESS!!!

NOW CLEANSE IT WITH THIS LOVELY SONG!!!:

I’ve trained myself to have sexy seizures.

Author: Jen Crow

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