coyote sing along hour, L7 lyrics, fuck Christians/fuck Nazis/same damn thing
Your god says "thou shalt not kill"
But here you are droppin' the pill!
Legal system- what a sham
Flying colors on the final exam!
Gas chamber!
Only way you're gonna shut me up!
Only way you're gonna shut me up!
Gas Chamber!
#SongLyrics
have the third best punk song ever written.
Circle Jerks - World Up My Ass (with lyrics) https://youtu.be/lOtFjSr27ek via @YouTube
Images, fantasy humanoids/undead
#drawings today, ghouls! Maybe ghasts.
Anyway I scored a reduced price “Empire of the Ghouls” on Sunday and since I’ve wanted a copy for literally over a year though not “wanted enough to drop money on a brand new one” I’m all stoked to GM it. If I ever get to GM again.
Now if your path at midnight dark by a graveyard goes?
And someone whistles? That's Mysterious Mose!
Or on some dark and stormy night while the tempest blows,
If someone whistles? That's Mysterious Mose!
#SongLyrics
So here’s my run in with prayer in school.
They talked and compromised on, I wasn’t in trouble, and could continue praying before lunch in Hebrew. Which NOW I knew was embarrassing so I chose to do the other option of uncomfortable silence before lunch. I honestly don’t know why she started, if she stopped, what any of the adults thought, or whether there was some sort of fucky social game going on. The whole “this is gonna be used as an excuse to mandate it” thing is why I thought of the story.
So here’s my run in with prayer in school.
My 4th grade teacher was a piece of work in general, but at one point she decided she was going to lead us in saying thanks out loud, before lunch. Memory loss means I don’t remember how this came up in front of my folks.
Soooo, I’m not sure what my folks expected, but they taught me the hamotzi, basic “thanks for bread,” to say instead. I did and immediately got sent to the principal’s office for swearing at the other kids, and my parents were called.
Today’s been a real example of my belief that I can do all sorts of difficult stuff with slight difficulty but as soon as something hits my buttons I’m miserable. The morning started with being harangued for “doing it wrong” by someone who hadn’t previously offered help or instructions, and I was unfocused, irritated, broken and doomed until that faded into the grind of this morning’s nonstop work, which wasn’t as bad.
Fantasy idea; a Mordor like valley nestled among mountains is so defensible that it hasn't been the home of one BBEG in the past - it's been the base of several. The surrounding countries have it blocked off by treaty so nobody can really build an army there, but a few adventurers or bandits aren't an army and usually get in over the mountains. It's sort of magic Pripyat, returning to the wild and full of treasure, but also lethal magic energy, from the last few wars.
Lots of random gunk, but some drawings and cooking talk too. Obsesses about DnD and related topics. Left-leaning/profoundly frustrated politics. Black lives matter; trans rights are human rights.
Occasionally NSFW art and discussion, please do follow if you're 18+.