The noble and most ancient house of crack

-there’s a horse where I work named Lucy who HATES men

-like “bite your face off” levels of hate

-enter me, who’s been having gender thoughts but not really realizing what that means

-I’d been avoiding Lucy because I quite like having my face not bitten off thank you

-Then one day I forget that she hates men and I go into her stall with her to clean out the poo

-She Doesent Hate me but I don’t think anything about it because I don’t remember that she’s sexist

-Someone walks by and comments on how she never lets any men in there

-“ha ha weird”

-internally I’m screaming “holy shit holy shit holy shit”

-thoughts that I’ve been having suddenly start to make sense

Actually Rebecca Black always was a pretty talented singer. What happened with her was that she fell for a record label scam when she was a teen and said record label is to blame for the lack in quality of her early work.

Record label scams heavily exaggerate the skill levels of the young adults they make money off of to them and then intentionally set them up to fail so they wouldn’t need to genuinely start managing them.

They will produce one or two songs for you knowing full well they won’t gain much traction nor make a return on your investment.

Rebecca was fortunate in the sense that her debute song became a meme, which helped kick of her career but also sadly to this day left a stain on her reputation and even lead to a bunch of pathetic low lives to make threats for a cringy song, might I remind you, she was like 16 back then.

She was never a bad singer, she was inexperienced and had no idea what making a professional music video would lead to. She was just a teenager who decided to make a music video with a label for the experience, said lable butchered her voice with autotune and directed a awfull music video to a nonesensical song because it never cared to deliver a good product for the money their client payed them and said product managed to be so bad that it became a giant joke

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Here are three things that I know are true, unranked by order and importance: 

1. When you are stabbed, you’re supposed to keep the blade in so you don’t bleed out.

2. I’m very bad at saying ‘I love you’.

3. We know more about the moon than we do the ocean.

Some footnotes about each of these: 

1. I have never been stabbed, nor have I known anyone who has been stabbed.

2. Of course, I can say it, I just never feel like I mean it.

3. By ‘we’, I don’t mean myself, but oceanographers and astronomers that have pooled their collective knowledge and drawn the above conclusion.

I know a good amount of other things, but these three in specific have an unwelcome place in my twisting chest. Why does getting stabbed hurt twice? Why can’t an act of good be just that? Why do we know less about something I could touch right now, if I pleased? None of this sits right with me. Does it sit right with you?

Are you even listening?

I think you should put that knife down. It hurts you twice, you know. Here, I’ll hold onto it for you. I’ve got a great spot for it.

Oh, God. I hope it hurts less on the way out.

Can I tell you about the ocean? I know more about the ocean than I do the moon. Would you mind if I talked about the ocean for a while? Please. Please let me talk about something else. 

Please say something.

I’m sorry I took your knife. Is that what you want to hear? I’m sorry I took your knife, and I’m sorry I stuck it in my chest, and I’m sorry I’m getting blood on the sand. It just looked like you might do something stupid, like put it in your throat, and I don’t want you to die like that. Okay? I’m sorry. Will you look at me now? I don’t understand why you’re angry. Look at me. Look at me. I just want to tell you about the ocean. Some fish can glow in the dark. Isn’t that interesting? 

Isn’t it? 

I love you.

Please, I’ll say anything. I love you. See, I said it. I said it just for you.

Are you even listening?

heres the comparison:

A pair of French bulldogs painted by Carl Reichert (1836-1918)

“Sweet Temptation or Willpower”