coyote sing along hours, all caps
chill in the air cold as steel tonight
we shift call of the wyld
fear in your eyes
it's later than you realize
whoooooaaa
uhhhh, uh!
yeah!
I FEEL A CHANGE
BACK TO A BETTER DAY
EVEN OUR PUPS KNOW THAT THIS IS THE AGE OF APOCALYPSE
HAIR STANDS ON THE BACK OF MY NECK
AND A QUESTION HANGS HEAVY IN THE AIR
There was an awful year, long before things really fell apart, when we lived in a fairly hostile part of the peninsula in a studio which developed a mold problem. A friend had lent us a VHS tape of Yellow Submarine, and we watched it a lot since it was something kind and cheerful.
At the end of the "When I'm Sixty Four" sequence, I'd always kiss my ex, because The Cartoon Said To. We thought that was great.
Ow. Fuck, ow.
* Eldrad Ulthran voice *
see, mon-keigh LOVE war. So they have the equivalent of guardians but there are militant nuns, non-nun churchy soldiers, really badass soldiers, really REALLY badass soldiers, and really really REALLY really badass soldiers, and Mechanicus soldiers. They're practically pink-brown orks with tiny fangs. Their entire species needs to develop a hobby, I hear stamp collecting's nice.
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+.