#randomlyjay

[matthew-pasquarello]

randomlyjay

semi-prosperous in the heartburn village slinging trinkets to the previous owners. much less belittling using fireflies for currency after spending the better part of the system's meltdown digging up the mason jars, give me my cavity candies, give us our sorrowless liquid institution, fuck our daily bread

[oddman-the-oldman]

Fermented and alcoholic beverages played a pivotal role in feastings and social events in past agricultural and urban societies across the globe, but the origins of the sophisticated relevant technologies remain elusive. It has long been speculated

13,000 Year Old Beer Making

So how hard can it be?

[realsurprise]

The word "politics" is derived from the word "poly", meaning "many", and the word "ticks", meaning "blood sucking parasites".

Larry Hardiman

[fakesurprise]

hi, can i just ask what’s up with the jay stuff? like, is it roleplay? why? i’m being totally sincere.

“I can answer that! I’m a Jay and -.” *gently shoves Jay back to his tumblr* Jay is one of the three main characters in a series of stories I’ve been writing since 2013. Jay came into the stories early on and had a tumblr account in-universe (because he would do meta-posts when the stories were featured under the feature system of that era). One thing let to another, people say Jay should have his own tumblr - and so eventually he did. The initial purpose was to give jay’s viewpoint on stories being written in the series, and it slowly morphed and expanded beyond that. Because Jay. So it’s in this weird place of narrative from a fictional character who is aware he is fictional interacting with fans of the stories - and anyone else. Which has led to some surreal moments. But it is primarily an in-universe bit for the magician series stories that kind of took on a life of it’s own. I’m not actually sure what to call int anymore :)

[drearydaffodil]

Words are weight in

A world that seems

To be floating away

A tether to tell us

That we are real

And raw and waiting

For a sign that things

Might be okay

The viscera of some

Fading moment made

Solid, write it down

Fold it up, remember

Feelings are fleeting

But they will be felt

Don't hold your breath

In an ocean, just

Learn how to swim

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My take on the Jaysome prompt "all poetry is hugs" by @randomlyjay

[notjustcookies]

And I am about a lot of things besides cookies

@randomlyjay

[behind-the-veil-of-sanity]

note to self: The outcome of Engels visit to Manchester in the 1840s is well known, The Conditions of the Working-Class in England became a source of inspiration even for Marx. However, scholars have recently made surprising discoveries relating to another works by Engels; apparently written at the same time and yet to be translated and published, a paper entitled Die Bedingungen Weit Außerhalb des Universums - Eine Reise [The Conditions Far Outside the Universe - A Journey]. The scholarly arguments concerning the origins of this paper are likely to continue for many years; especially as each of the pages of the paper when turned reveals a grin wider than the page itself, and the excited voice of a Boy of Eleven: 'Have you had your Jaysome today?'

[cruxymox]

A jaysome adventure that covers up another jaysome adventure, like a blanket.

...Or perhaps a quilt.

This quilt might have bits of fabric sewn together with threads of Fate. I'm uncertain as to which ones - which Themes, if this is actually true.

The images on the squares appear to be random. The batting is thick, and there is movement within, warm with life.

Jay doesn't seem to mind, nor even think about, any of this. He is doing a jaysome helping, hanging the quilt upon the Great Tree.

We're making it a flag. I'm not sure why.

It waves beautiful and strange.

There is no wind.