coyote sing along hour
I roam through the world thinkin’ about tomorrow
I roam through the world thinkin’ about tomorrow
thinkin’ about tomorrow
thinkin’ about tomorrow
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me on my birthday deathbed!
I am smelling like a rose that somebody gave me ‘cause I’m dead and bloated!
coyote sing along hour
close the door, put out the light
you know they won't be home tonight
the snow falls hard don't you know
the winds of Thor blowing cold
they're wearing steel that's bright and true
they carry news that must get through
the dogs of doom are howling more
a wolf shall devour the sun, and this shall be considered a great misfortune
a second wolf shall devour the moon and this too shall do great mischief
mind the Ginnugagap
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+.