Rain Dog @Leucrotta@awoo.space

leave the check before you're through
I've got nothing left to prove
if I die before I wake
hope I don't come back again, yeah yeah yeah

even in his youth, even in his youth, even in his youth he was NOTHING
kept his body clean, kept his body clean, kept his body clean going NOWHERE
daddy was ashamed, daddy was ashamed, daddy was ashamed he was NOTHING
smears the family name, smears the family name, smears the family name he was SOMETHING

please rise for England's national anthem

https://youtu.be/jqZ8428GSrI?si=A3Fu9rZuKq-A1SFl

okay, since I'm feeling overwhelmed by tasks it's time for the ADHD theme tune

https://youtu.be/ZweZGtm-ILs?si=hlEWuedT-Bhyc2cB

Okay, I have now paid bills and assembled/moved a table. So hopefully this is the last bit of responsible adulting I need to do this week other than visiting my parents and I can spend the rest of the weekend drawing, getting stoned, masturbating, and eating dim sum.

Waiting to get out of here and noticed that “umber hulks” has the same scansion as “tumbleweeds”

deep in my heart is a song
the Underdark’s where I belong
driftin’ along with the lumbering umber hulks
driftin’ along with the lumbering umber hulks

Okay by large earthworms in Scotland they mean 13 g monsters as long as your hand, not “Blessed be the Maker and his passing” large earthworms

Recent #drawings including I just hadn’t put enough thought into background for that Shadowrun picture and screwed up perspective, but I like the figures so I might revamp it, idk. CW for firearms, violence!

Ewok dance tracks or “Yub Nub at the Club Club”

crashed out hard about normal time last night and slept solid until I was Very Awake. Hopefully I can get a short nap before I have to really begin today.

https://youtu.be/TMstTM01m28?si=L6h28ULjB4pvYMJU

OOOPAHHH DOOOPAAAH

where do bad folks go when they die
don't go to heaven where the angels fly
go to a lake of fahr and fry
don't see 'em again till the 4th of July

well people cry an' people moan
look for a dry place to call their own
try to find a place to rest their bones
while th' angels and devils try to make 'em their own

wakin' up from mah slumber
to misunderstand another
though they call it terra firma
it dissolves beneath mah feet
lookin' through a pile of garbage
for some worthless piece of paper
that's been hidden there for me
to give meanin' to mah day

some nights you cook, and some nights the microwave burritos win

Okay, I have now completed my enrollment in benefits including bullshit I don't want as well as stuff I'm not sure is actually going to pay out when I try to get treatment. That's money I could have used for gas, but hey, I did the right thing, right? That never comes back to bite me in the ass.

I discovered I could fellate myself again (with no backpain and far more than I used to be able to), and grabbed a selfie with my cock partly in my mouth. I wanted to show this around, but I was at a party where I just wasn't getting noticed.

Somehow this segued to saying goodbye to two Bay Area friends again. But somehow they'd come to see me off, near my father. I went from being in tears hugging my friend and telling them that I'd see them Monday, I just didn't know which Monday it would be, to being terrified that my Dad would judge my friends, and trying to figure out how to communicate to them that he didn't know I'm trans or even Queer. Meanwhile he was just going on and on about his last trip to Anacortes or something very like him.

you let me violate you SAY WHAT?
you let me desecrate you WHOO HOO HOO HOO HOO
you let me penetrate you SAY WHAT?
you let me complicate you WHOO HOO HOO HOO HOO

Complaining that yer Marvel comics have too much Fin Fang and not enough Foom

Barack my dude I realize you’re the second most convincing orator I’ve ever heard but I’m STILL skeeved at you for that 2016 “enemies from the left” speech and (as I’d similarly explain to my friends Kamala and Tim) I’ve donated money to folks online who’re losing jobs or housing and I just don’t have funds to throw at the election. Maybe if a political party had helped curb increasing rents, just a thought.

Don’t you hate it when you’re trying to do Neolithic reenactment and you’re like crouched over flints trying to knap a new adze or w/e and there’s always some tourist wearing terrycloth towels who shows up and yells KREEGAH BUNDOLO! at you?

INDIANA JONES C. 1968 CE: think he’d be proud of you [for selling artifacts]?

ME: oh, and like you’re Sir Flinders Petrie but with better palynology, professor let’s improvise a torch from some dude’s femur?