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rvllybllply2014

He sure does love his fruits

nothing-an-iratze-cant-fix

We just not going to talk about how he can also do pottery? With chocolate?

#he's at it again

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amongst-the-pines

Become ungovernable

#dogs

damnfool-of-a-took

we hunt the mighty pasta BEAST

and breadsticks are its BONES

ALFREDO FLOWS inside its veins

its organs are CALZONES

damnfool-of-a-took

LASAGNA plates its armored hide

and should the hero dare

you'll find the noisome Jaws are strung

with garlic angel hair

oscillatingheatpipe

The poem is written in common hymn meter (alternating lines of 8 and 6 syllables, usually iambs), so there are many possible tunes you can use to sing it:

Amazing Grace

Pokemon theme song

Gilligan's Island theme

House of the Rising Sun

O Little Town of Bethlehem

Joy to the World

Feel free to add any favorites!

i-scan-your-poems

Full scansion:

◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – we hunt the mighty pasta BEAST ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – and bread/sticks are / its BONES ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – ALFRE/DO FLOWS / inside / its veins ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – its or/gans are / CALZONES ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – LASAG/NA plates / its ar/mored hide ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – and should / the he/ro dare ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – you'll find / the noi/some Jaws / are strung ◡ – / ◡ – / ◡ – with gar/lic an/gel hair

metrical form: common hymn meter (iambic tetrameter + iambic trimeter, or iambic heptameter) rhyme scheme: ABCB

beyondthisdarkhouse

This is some Lewis Caroll-tier shit

triplspacee

Y’all. It’s a shanty.

Visit Original Link

damnfool-of-a-took

Sea Salt flavored Pasta Beast just dropped, come n gettit~

i get so hungry whenever this post starts picking up notes again RIP me

shesnake

and this classic

northshorewave

Reading sports headlines while pretending sports doesn't exist suggests a fascinating world of magic and whimsy.

northshorewave

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steeple-sinderby-retired

special-lucky-chosen-one

terrible news everyone

special-lucky-chosen-one

perhaps i judged too quickly

doubleca5t

eilooxara

hungwy

hey do you think ronald mcdonald is a dom or sub. i sent this before but im not sure if you got it or not

yeah i got it last time

jingerpi

kropotkindersurprise

one of these is an incredibly important red line being crossed very blatantly, an international elected political figure who fought for the adherence to human rights in international law and international relations between countries, murdered openly by Israel;

and the other is the death of Charlie Kirk, a fascist podcaster, getting shot by one of his countrymen, as he argued is their right as Americans.

Now which one have you seen more coverage of?

#current events

sokkalore

to be clear: this is not a joke. the governor of utah read “if you’re reading this you’re gay” on live TV during his press conference.

dazeylily

Utah Governor Spencer Cox confirmed that inscriptions were found on the bullet casings belonging to Tyler Robinson, the suspected accused of

headspace-hotel

IT'S NOT A JOKE WATCH THE VIDEO

Second source

#current events

segamascott

san-sebastienne

Dashiell Hammett, who basically invented the noir genre (think: The Maltese Falcon, The Thin Man) hung out enough in the queer scene in San Francisco in the 20s-30s that he picked up some contemporary queer lingo that he folded into his stories. In The Maltese Falcon, there’s a scene where the wildly gay-coded villain shows up at a meeting with a skinny little blonde with a bad attitude and a gun in tow, and detective Sam Spade tells him to “leave the gunsel outside” — gunsel being contemporary gay slang for a young, effeminate man who probably bottoms (from the Yiddish gansl, meaning gosling). Basically, he’s saying “I’m here to talk to you, not your twink.”

However, a lot of writers mimicking Hammett did not know gay lingo or Yiddish, saw the word “gun,” and assumed “gunsel” meant “scary bodyguard with a gun.” They took off with a word they didn’t understand and spread it so fast that it’s now basically impossible to read a noir story written between 1930-1960 without someone accidentally being called a twink at least once. Look out for it next time you’re reading Raymond Chandler or his ilk, I guarantee you’ll find it.

#history

werebutch

I wasn’t socialized enough as a puppy

beemovieerotica

it's so funny to me that conservatives think the reason university students become more liberal is because of the actual course material and not like. the fact that universities in the US introduce are oftentimes the first place Americans are introduced to a walkable environment with affordable health care, with community spaces for any affiliation under the sun where they give you free resources and cheap food. with included public transit and opportunities for training in your field of choice. and you realize that for how much you're spending on tuition/taxes, yeah, you do deserve these things, it would be insane not to have those. and then you graduate and go back to having to buy a car to drive 20 minutes to the grocery store.

chibisketches

It's also one of the first places a lot of people raised in insular, conservative areas meet "the other". People of other ethnicities and cultures, people of other religions, other gender presentations, sexualities, etc. You get to know them and start realizing how much of what you "knew" about them was myth or straight-up propaganda.

It's a lot harder to demonize queer people when the person helping you pass calculus is a trans woman, or your lab partner talks about his boyfriend exactly the same way you talk about yours. It's a lot harder to believe that immigrants are out to get you when your Hindu roommate cheerfully shares a care package of homemade goodies from home, or Malia down the hall covers your lunch because you forgot to bring your wallet to study group. You start rethinking some assumptions when the 6 foot spike-encrusted goth who sits behind you in lecture hall shows everyone photos of his baby niece dressed like a puppy for Halloween with all the pride of a new parent, and you remember when your flannel and camo-wearing uncle did the same thing at work last year with photos of your little sister.

Suddenly all those "others" are just people. They're your friends, classmates, coworkers, and maybe even romantic interests. And that's a lot harder to hate or fear.

feralkwe

i'm bisexual and tired. rb if you're bisexual and tired.

axialitaes-deactivated20231009

your honor i am bisexhausted.

kosmogrl

there’s so many things I want to do! unfortunately there’s also little determination from my part and images to look at instead

inkskinned

Actually life is beautiful because the sound I make while trying to breathe around hot food sounds like my dog trying to eat an apple. When I yawn my cat tries to put his face in my mouth like a little dentist man and when he yawns I put my finger in his obligate-carnivore trapzone and we both know he will not hurt me. When I do not fold my clothes, they do not hold it against me.

I am demonstrably sad, and lonely, and full of fear. But there are other people who will hold my hand, who will point out the hawk overhead, who will give you That Look in a public place. The other day at a coffee shop a child said "look! It's snowing!" so all of us strangers went to go look out the windows. It wasn't the first snow and it won't be the last but wasn't it lovely, like that?

How wonderful to live in a world where birds and frogs both say beep! How wonderful to have an ocean of beautiful sharks with their dinosaur teeth! How wonderful the moon and her changing face, how wonderful the bees and their dancing to communicate, how wonderful shrimp and their forbidden layers of vision! How wonderful, you, and what you will give the world! The way we love things enough to spend entire blogs devoted to them? How people will let me explain my Pokemon team to them? How we will both jump at the scare in the movie, how we laugh so loudly, how it feels to give someone your baking? How wonderful to be alive. I am sorry for forgetting.

This is the process of getting better. With wonderful people and wonderful strangers and wonderful friends: I am getting better, slowly. Thank you, whoever you are. In some way, you've been wonderful, and left a wonderful place in the world to ripple out to me. In some small way - isn't it beautiful - I promise, you've been helping.