tiny snippet of "livin' on a prayer" filmed on a crappy old digital camera like god intended
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tiny snippet of "livin' on a prayer" filmed on a crappy old digital camera like god intended
April showers bring May flowers, but what brings the tree leaves? 🍃
GO BIRDS! 🦅
HA! OC POSTING AGAIN! FT. JOEL!! Rundown: NJ is a sentient clone, he technically doesn't have a name, but he's called Not Joel, shortened to NJ, and she uses she/her and he/him pronouns.
[ ID: A digital drawing of Joel and NJ. Joel is looking up and offscreen with an expression that is a mix of horror and confusion. He's saying "What the fuck", and is cut off by NJ. NJ is looking up with a disappointed expression. She's saying "This blows, dude." Her speech bubble cuts off Joel's. End ID ]
the subtle power these lines hold
what is the state of nj lmao
denial, i suppose
central new jersey gothic
¬ chris cristie is at your local mcdonalds. you trade smiles. he orders a breakfast sandwich and leaves out a door that a secret service agent has held for him. "he smiled at me," you say. everyone believes you. ¬ everyone loves jersey mikes. you dont like jersey mikes? no you dont. you love jersey mikes. jersey mikes. jersey mikes. jersey mikes. everyone loves jersey mikes. ¬ "take the jughandle," everyone says. "take the jughandle." you look down at your milk carton in your passenger seat. it shivers and breaks into a sweat. ¬ you hear the story of the skeletons that come out every october in some different design. last year, it was a gravestone. this year, a tornado. next year, the void. ¬ you havent seen it, but you could smell it. the tomato. the tomato shaped like a rubber ducky. it exsists on newspaper clippings, but no one has seen it and lived to tell the tale. you hear quacking in the distance. ¬ a long lost cousin of yours owns a farm. you only go there once a decade. the animals never age. neither does your cousin or their dog. to please the monster in the barn, you provide boxes upon boxes of egg containers. a lonely rooster screams in the night. ¬ the jersey devil is some guy on the corner of main street. he comes out at night wearing horns and a donkeys tail, and screeches at the moon no matter the phase. onlookers join in.
pics i took while strolling around before & after the pinkshift show