#3737

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myellow everyone I know we're all poor but my schizophrenic, midfunctioning/relatively severely autistic tranny ass is moving countries to be with my Canadian tranny wife. my gf only makes disability which is getting reduced $200 CAD soon and I am too dysfunctional to work, so I need help covering food and transportation and getting all my things thousands of miles to our apartment and such. I would not like to have to resort to the Tim Hortons Dumpster™ for every meal– I need help affording international plane tickets, a uhaul, saving for a service dog for my schizophrenia/level 2 support needs/midfunctioning autism/CPTSD, & art supplies/devices (ex. I need a new ipad for digital art)

I do art and poetry and fursuit parts and kandi and all that good stuff if you're interested: check my pinned or my selfpost/art/writing/etc tags for any details

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writing tip #3737:

when i made my first email address, i wanted something truly unique, so i chose THiiRT33-S3V3N@(outdated email service).co.uk. i thought it was cool. exciting. until the first time i had to give my email address to someone in person, and i set up a new one the next day. anyway, in honour of me, write 37 words right now

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[my-chaos-radio]

Release: April 1, 1987

Lyrics:

Solitude stands by the window

She turns her head as I walk in the room

I can see by her eyes she′s been waiting

Standing in the slant of the late afternoon

And she turns to me with her hand extended

Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Solitude stands in the doorway

And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette

By her long cool stare and her silence

I suddenly remember each time we′ve met

And she turns to me with her hand extended

Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I've come to set a twisted thing straight"

And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"

And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear

And I say "I′ve never thought of finding you here"

And I turn to the crowd as they′re watching

They're sitting all together in the dark in the warm

And I wanted to be in there among them

I see how their eyes are gathered into one

And then she turns to me with her hand extended

Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

And she says "I′ve come to set a twisted thing straight"

And she says "I've come to lighten this dark heart"

And she takes my wrist, I feel her imprint of fear

And I say "I′ve never thought of finding you here"

Solitude stands in the doorway

And I'm struck once again by her black silhouette

By her long cool stare and her silence

I suddenly remember each time we′ve met

Songwriter:

And she turns to me with her hand extended

Her palm is split with a flower with a flame

Suzanne Vega / Anton Sanko / Steve Ferrera / Michael Visceglia / Marc Shulman

SongFacts:

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Homepage:

Suzanne Vega

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some drawings of 3737, bloodyadorable!( *︾▽︾)

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