She is real rude She is humorous humiliating She is unique fake She is loved spoilt She is a self loving self- centered person She smokes, drinks and parties like you and others is a slut and a brat She is hard working lucky She does not justify when we confront her, because she knows […]
Hey, great to see you again! Sorry I’m not more welcoming of your presence just at this moment. You see, you’ve caught me in a bit of a bind. Hold up, just… just gimme a sec. Stand over there. HHHYYAAAUNNGGGAGH.
There. I put it on the table. Oh, sorry. You can come back in closer now.
Farrr out. I can finally stretch my back again and roll my shoulders. Aah! I love being able to stretch out my muscles: to roll and rile (especially my spine) like a cat. So don’t mind me and my fetching and disconcerting mannerisms. I’m constantly twisting and turning my back, cracking all my bones and joints.
|Finger Eleven – Bones + Joints|
|Cloud my eyes and tell me what to see / I’m falling / Every way I turn the same disease, but I like it / Brace myself and hit the wall with ease / Colliding, I’m not minding the pain // I’ve been down here before / all my bones and joints are sore / Find my way out of the wreck again / I’ve been down here before / Lost myself and so much more / Find my way out of the game again // Open up my head and take it in / Just like always / Think about the bar and take a swing / Loaded trapeze / What you need the most from me is yours / I’ll continue to deceive you my friend // You lost what made you you / Or maybe I never knew / I can’t stay here anymore / Give it all or you’re on your own / I will leave you|
Anyway! I FUCKING HATE THE INTERNET IT CONFUSES ME ALL OF THE SEPARATE PLATFORMS FOR WHATNOT. Sorry, just clearing my throat. Ah-hem.
I was strolling through my garden and beheld a vision that reminded me – I FORGOT TO ATTEND HAPPINESS’ BUFFET! Shit balls mother fucker! So you damn well better believe I rushed off to pay my respects, apologise, and they were so courteous they allowed me a seat at their table. We chatted, ate, and exchanged gifts before I departed to return back home. I felt so embarrassed and ashamed that I was so… forgetful. Some time ago I invited Happiness to serve their own delights upon my table, but that didn’t happen because… Well? This place isn’t ready yet. I think I may have pissed Happiness off with my perceived dismissal. So I wanted to apologise, I didn’t really mean it like that. Just got my own shit going down and around, I get lost in the spiral drain downward drag trying to figure out all this shit storm internet woobly-bobbly.
BUT, ANY-WHOO. This thingy reminded me of some stuff I left marinating in my tank. You found me just as I was hauling that baby out here – need all the light and space we can get to have a nice close crack-a-lackin’ look at this shitter.
|K. – 15 November 2018 – themetankard|
Names – identities.
Nick names and plays.
Squad goals quads.
I think it best to tell you now, although I am sure I have told you all before, many times in many places and with various voices and different faces – I’m completely full of shit, I have no originality about myself. I am a hybrid monster made up of all of the stuff I have seen, heard, tried, learned and experienced.
I am made online of memories, not creativities. So here I will list for you my very OMFG DUH influences. I summarise, I don’t plagarise. I appropriate tributes, I pray to avoid retribution. I lift my hands to extol.
Shit spinning – using my heart as the engine for the propeller.
TELEVISION, FILM, MUSIC, LIFE, DEATH, LANGUAGE, SYMBOLISM, ASTROLOGY, SCHOOL, PEOPLE, FRIENDS, GAMES, DREAMS, EXPERIENCE, MYTHOLOGY, RELIGION, THE PHYSICAL BODY, IDENTIFYING FEATURES, MENTALISM, MAGIC, DRAMA, HISTORY, PHILOSOPHY, PSYCHOLOGY, METAPHYSICS, LOVE, DRUGS, GEOLOGY, MOVEMENT, POP CULTURE, COMEDY, TRAGEDY, WORDS, INTENTIONS, OVER-FUCKING-THINKING-EVERYTHING.
|In my religion, acknowledge your fucking muse – 15 November 2018 – themetankard|
29 November, 2018 and it is 8:15am. This post has probably taken me the longest to complete because I just made up the 3 photo graphic thingys as I was going along. ANd I wrote that “it could be whorse” as I went. Because I’m really shit at coming up with captions or succinct headings. They always turn into a saga.
Meep meep. That’s it today folks. On instagram I did a story box game challenge, and hopefully people might give it a go. Ooooh! Should I pst it on Scribbler’s Arena? I dunno… maybe just look at my instagram. I don’t wan tto flood people’s feeder-readers with shit. If you like my scat, you make the effort to come to me, you know? Informed consent and all. *shrugs*