#dietcokehead

[dalidahmer]

[dalidahmer]

Metal lyrics but with a ukulele

[dalidahmer]

Yo! Y'all wanna support the arts? How about y'all stop acting like pressing a button is a pope blessing and get tf off your high horse. The world ain't getting any better for your power play.

[dalidahmer]

I guess I just fucking suck. I can't pay people to engage with my work or stories. I quit. You ruined it, Potter is never coming back. If you guys wanna be parasites and suck up art like ticks then I'm not going to let y'all read my work. I shouldn't have re-uploaded it's a lot of long stories you guys don't deserve my stories

[diet-c0kehead-4ngel]

The truth is that we’ve had to go to court multiple times about my Jewish family making me pass out for no reason; using very high technology to make me legitimately believe I am like more than 20 years older than my actual biological/legal age and while also living in a dystopian society; etc….

She (My mother) keeps insisting that it is not random evil and really does all have something to do with making me the best Jewish girl I can be…

I’m actually a Christian.

I’m not perfect, but that’s why I showed up amongst them as a Christian; like they know I’ve identified as a Christian since my birth.

It’s really interesting and kind of hard to explain because of all the passing out and stuff…

This is literally my first time being alive and since they’re already choosing to hide their privilege from me, I choose to do my own work and be self made.

Then all of a sudden, I wake up and they’re literally about to mention the fact that I’m Jewish again.

Like, yes, technically, but I’m a bunch of other things too…

My mother swears that being Jewish is like the most important thing in our lives.

Okay…

Okay.

They’re playing too many games.

[dalidahmer]

Mercy, What have You Done?

I had a birds eye view of you speaking in tongues. You put up a good fight, in the language of confession. The last shot was fatal, Mercy, what have you done? Your barrel's smoking, those were your daughters and sons. They were born working, passed away in their cradle. Without any warning My fingers smell like metal,

Not in these wild, wild cages. Where the children play. The boogie man is feral, but you know him; he's okay. The only child's grieving, but he's just a human. The angels are manic but they're getting the job done.

Your finger's on the trigger. There's another man down. We'll need some more liquor, The Anti-Christ is in town. He's smiling in the trench with a cigarette in his mouth. He'll only bite if you flinch He wants to see you stick around. It wasn't that simple, The veterans are in the back getting high in the temple

In these wild, wild stages that only work in theory. I got in through the back, where nobody would see me You came in overloaded, drunk, and done I sealed my fate for a good time, I'm armed with my grandfathers shot gun.

[elvirahancock]

When someone sees me drinking a Diet Coke and brings up some article they read about how it makes you fat.