Wwho Even Cares Buddyo

i love making art

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Bro didnt even MENTION hullabaloo

they love me because I be saying shit like alas and perchance

last night I said 'how fortuitous' unironically

My disguise fucking sucks and i am going to get killed

johnny cash's little brother jimmy pennies is 3 inches tall and has a voice only dogs can hear

a couple weeks ago this guy posted in the chicago pagan facebook group saying that he’s a djinn and that there’s a portal between here and egypt and only he and one other person had the power to close it and there was going to be a massive sandstorm… like dude, close the fucking portal, why are you even telling us this

I suggested we hold a funeral for a dead stink bug named Jeremy that has been stuck to the wall for the past six months, but for whatever mysterious reason, they were adamant that Jeremy remain where he is forever.

They've decided to hold Jeremy's funeral today and they have brought flowers from home and made bug sculptures that will be in attendance. yes I will take pictures.

guy who does buddhism slightly wrong and ends up in nevada after he dies

So last month I got hit by a car and died right. Which I didn't initially realize until I watched some guy haul my body into his pickup and drive off. Which, being that it's deep in rural Michigan, I assume means my body will make some venison jerky and maybe some wall decoration, and I'll be resigned to being one of hundreds of deer ghosts floating around Saginaw, which is w/e. But then I find out the guy works at a taxidermy shop or something, and he's actually pretty good at stuffing and mounting deer carcasses, which I come to find out when I find myself face to face with my old body in the shop window. So naturally, I figure since ghosts need to possess something to interact with the living world and etc etc etc the most logical thing to do is to possess my own body, since it's basically a statue of myself. And a little surprisingly, it actually fits like a glove. Like, since it's my body, it feels like stepping right back into place. So I get out of town and back to my herd, eventually. And that's where the trouble starts coming into it, because after I get settled again, I don't know how to explain to everyone else what feels so weird. Like since I can move my body and do everything I used to do, it's functionally the same, like nothing happened. Or it SHOULD be, so I don't know how to explain how it's NOT. But it's just hard to explain it to someone who's never been hit by a truck I guess