postfurry; mildly complainy; close captioned for the Solar Culture impaired
Fuck it. I think I'm coming back in my next incarnation as a big ol' radioactive bear or something. I think I got frightened out of my LOUD over the last couple years, and I'm starting to wonder if that wasn't a better influence sometimes than I gave myself credit for-- even if it did lead to the occasional unfortunate mauling incident, for which the management apologizes profusely. c_c;;
postfurry; mildly complainy; close captioned for the Solar Culture impaired
After the last few round of conversations with folks, I think I can finally put into words:
I truly adore our community's Neptunians (hippie space otters), Jovians (woke corporate mustelids), Lunarians (feline luxury gay space communists) and Venusians (militant feminist bunnies)...
...but we need more Martians. Big raucous space tigers who cross boundaries & speak up, and if they're not having fun, nobody is.
Now please rise for the Neptunian National Anthem. @_@;
(Also something about the physical properties of those C's gives me fucking nightmares and I hope they do the same to you, largely-humanoid filth. :D )
Still a little mad at the world and frustrated at my "fellow travelers," so...
Here I come at you with an earworm and a pair of tweezers, all Ricardo Montalban-like.
ENJOY AN ETERNAL TORMENT OF SMOOTHNESS, BITCHES.
I really apologize. It was brought to my attention that the last couple of puppy posts were... somewhat irregular.
Everything is completely fine now. I feel fine. The puppies feel fine. Staplers are not puppies. Please accept this replacement puppy. https://awoo.space/media/80jG7T5eTSVDLUllaMY
C̶a̶n̶ ̸y̵o̵u̷ ̴b̵e̵l̸i̵e̶v̶e̴ ̸a̸l̷l̵ ̵t̵h̶e̷s̵e̶ ̷g̷o̴r̴g̵e̷o̴u̵s̸ ̵p̷u̶p̴p̷i̵e̶s̸?̴ ̴I̸ ̷j̶u̷s̷t̷ ̸w̸a̴n̴t̷ ̷t̷o̶ ̴p̸e̶t̴ ̴a̶l̴l̵ ̶t̸h̴e̷s̵e̶ ̸g̵o̶r̶g̷e̷o̶u̵s̴ ̴p̶u̷p̸p̶i̸e̴s̴.̶ https://awoo.space/media/ilHFMx45xMuibBpFpUk
I̷̢̒t̵͔͝'̸͚̑s̴͔̋ ̷͈̑a̵̠͑ ̸͓̿w̷͚̏o̶͇̕ņ̵̐d̷̙͑e̸̤͑r̸̛̩f̴͖͒ȗ̷͔ľ̷̮ ̶̞͛w̷͇͌ǒ̶̼ȓ̵͈l̵̦͛d̵̳̈́.̵̞͆ ̷͓́L̶͓̋ŏ̴̠o̸͚͋k̶̠͊ ̶̳͝å̴̦t̷̺͐ ̶̠́ṱ̵̕h̷͈̍e̸̯̊s̵̭̀e̷̻̒ ̴͎͊l̷̮͗ḯ̵͕ṭ̶̕t̴̥̀ḷ̶̍e̵͖͑ ̴͍̏g̷̈́ͅu̸̠͂ȳ̷͖s̴͚͋.̸̢͑ https://awoo.space/media/qtg72fq44CjlYi-Rn_o
Say, I could sure use a bucket of puppies right now. Who wants to see a bucket of puppies? https://awoo.space/media/3ye7vhRNeEztuwqV9og
I think I'm going to mainly just post pictures of cute animals today. That sounds... wise.
one more, sorry
I wish Peggy were here. She'd be completely indifferent to my social woes, and that would actually be pretty therapeutic, because the indifference tends to rubs off and she's just so goddamn cute about it. :) Also, there would probably be petting and adorable rumbling noises, plus being mauled by a feisty dragon is a much more direct and fully comprehensible, thus desirable, pain than the sort I'm feeling tonight. :)
one more, sorry
And I don't wanna fight anyone, and any blame I did have for anyone but myself... well, it had to fade *before* I could even reach this stage of grief. But a lot of people involved in this on several different scales can be REALLY hard to get social signals or closure out of, and... I don't know what else to do but flail and fumble and allude and post song lyrics like a frustrated teenager.
Hence the desire to morph into a housecat, find a nice shoebox, and hide indefinitely.
one more, sorry
https://awoo.space/media/AkxOjCdS5QEczKqRzo0
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FHsip5xOenQ
I'm sorry to be all cryptic. I'll just say outright: this is all about the postfurry community at large, and feeling like something's really gone tits-up about my relationship with it. And yeah, some of this is about how things ended with the folks at Transliminal, fears it won't heal, or worse, that it shouldn't. It's... complicated, feeling more complicated than I can really handle and it's either start talking or start bursting.
still at it (more lyrics)
Still falling
Breathless and on again
Inside today
Beside me today
Around, broken in two
Till your eyes shed
Into dust
Like two strangers
Turning into dust
Till my hand shook
With the weight of fear
I could possibly be fading
Or have something more to gain
I could feel myself growing colder
I could feel myself under your fate
Under your fate
It was you
Breathless and torn
I could feel my eyes turning into dust
And two strangers
Turning into dust
Turning into dust
🔥💫🐯(火星虎)
ɪɴᴄᴇɴᴅɪᴀʀʏ ᴘʟᴀɴᴇᴛ ᴄᴀᴛʙᴇᴀsᴛ ʀᴇᴢᴇʏᴀ
read this, pitiful humans:
http://egypt.urnash.com/parallax/