corn liquor tastes different in this town
could it be it's the same as the last?
swear I saw 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 my sense catches up with me
holy light all through the night oh
keep the spirits strong
watch it grow child of wolf
keep holding on
when I run through the deep dark forest long
after this begun
where the sun would set the rivers were dead
and the trees were none
and I looked for a trace to bring me back home from this place
but there was no sound there was only me in my disgrace
hej hej heja
coyote sing along hour
I'm machine, obsolete
land of the free lobotomy
I wanna suck I wanna lick
I wanna cry I wanna spit
tears of pleasure, tears of pain
trickle down your face the same
it's how you look not how you feel
a city of glass with no heart
if I had a tail, I'd own the night
if I had a tail, I'd swat the flies
coyote sing along hour all caps
AH DON'T NEED NO MAKEUP AH GOT REAL SCARS
AH GOT HAIR ON MAH CHEST
AH LOOK GOOD WITHOUT A SHIRT
AH'M GONNA DRIVE ALL NIGHT, GET SOME SPEED
AH'M GONNA WAIT FOR THE SUN TO SHINE DOWN ON ME
AH CUT A HOLE IN MAH ROOF THE SHAPE OF A HEART
AND AH'M GOIN' OUT WEST WHERE THEY APPRECIATE ME
why yes person I'm subposting, I actually CAN imagine what it's like to have this Administration obviously not like me, and yet never have nice outsiders feel the faintest concern about folks like me because OTHER people are always the worthy ones.
It's almost as though multiple minorities share similar issues. Imagine.
Tonight’s #drawing actually wasn’t inspired by general dislike of Nazis. Instead I was listening to a John Williams soundtrack with very stereotypical cues for either 1) soldiers cocking an MG34 or 2) a theropod in pursuit, so I decided to draw exactly that. Hence the Raiders-esque German dialogue!
the urge to rant about how the 90s were just plain *weird*; the cold war was over, the nightmares of 9/11 and later lay ahead, and a generation traumatized by nuclear fears and AIDS collectively wondered what to do.
Being nostalgic for the 90s is a little like missing suburban Ohio now that you live in East Oakland, or wishing your nightmares would let up so you could dream about the parking lot at Safeway. It's that sort of "well it wasn't THIS bullshit, but it wasn't actually good either."
* suddenly wants to run around in the woods and also look at trains and, weirdly enough, I know EXACTLY where I can go locally to do just that *
whoa new Tinariwen album (I probably will wind up resenting the fuck out of them but till that happens, I'm a fan)
Really hit with; the easiest dopamine hits are either having something actually fun to think about, or something personal to feel good about, and that second is a lot less likely if I’m in a self hating headspace enough to dismiss any possible positive about myself… which was way more likely earlier in my life.
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+.