under the branch of the timber-bound tree
birds flying low looking downwards to feed
mankind's behavin' like some serial killers
giant old monsters afraid of the sharks
and we're in love with all of it
and we say what can we say
and we say we're in love with all of it
and we say we're in love with everything
and we say, what can we say?
corn liquor tastes sweeter in this town
don't you know it's the same as the last
sure I seen your face elsewhere before
just as familiar as a bottle and a glass
hey darlin'! sleepin' on the blacktop
hey darlin'! runnin' through the trees, honey
hey darlin'! leavin' for the next town
less'n mah sense catches up with me
are you a Herr Mannelig Garmarna fan or a Varulven Garmarna fan?
look! Here's a karaoke version of my favorite Gwar song about going to Arby's!
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+.