#grackled

[datubooty]

got GRACKLED again as i sipped my coffee—when it rains it pours. each yellow eye not unlike a halo witnessing the world. their rising call an interrogation of all they see. the lustrous chocolate brown of female/juvenile-pattern plumage. (tbc: i do not want to eat this bird). what a great gift to be grackled.

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“Date? D-a-t-e? You really think  you have a romantic chance with someone who has sworn celibacy?” 

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grackled

“Have you been sent here by Him?  Or are you working with the devil and here to distract me from going down the righteous path planned by the Lord himself?”

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☠ ye

☠: What is the one thing for which your muse would most like to be remembered after their death?

For being the one who killed himself in a shittier way than Jesus 

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grackled replied to your post: @ the entire outlast fandom (including...

the thirst is real… }}

pls take jesus in ur heart 

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grackled liked this for a starter.

He hasn't been back to Texas since the Revolution, when the Alamo was barely yesterday's news and mass executions were just another day in the neighborhood. Not that he's here for a history lesson; he's passing through. He's always passing through. Or maybe wandering is a better word, because the former implies an actual destination.

It's quiet. Nothing like the bright lights and heady smog of silicone-veiled Los Angeles, where he'd been slipping through the cracks for the better part of a year. It's quiet like Andover three hundred years ago, and that makes his skin crawl.

You'd think he would've grown accustomed to this by now.

A motel and a place to eat would be a good start, and somebody with a better sense of direction than him; typically, he didn't bother swinging by a travel agent to pick up a brochure.