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Maggot Heart Live in Berlin

Hot cocoa in a Styrofoam cup but there’s not enough room in the cup for a full packet of hot cocoa so it’s either too strong or too weak

A piano that hasn’t been played since the 1980s

A room that’s always closed and has adults talking behind it but you’re not quite sure who they are or if they ever leave

Donuts that you’re not allowed to eat

Scented markers and multicolored craft sticks in an old basket

Veggie tales on VHS and two rolling tvs on ancient tv stands

A room behind another room that has christmas decorations in it

This table:

that one bitch who’s always always wearing tights and a dress even though the basement never gets above like 55 degrees 

Dusty ass bibles and one lone dusty ass hymnal

Old programs for concerts, baptisms, events, and VBS printed with black ink on colored 8.5″x11″ paper folded in half 

Little acrylic bead craft projects in the shapes of lizards or cats that some girl made at church camp and forgot to take home 

Glitter but not in the joyful gay way

what this was supposed to communicate to me was “saint valentine would marry young men to their girlfriends in secret as a priest at his own risk and thats why we celebrate valentines day” 

what i got out of it was “saint valentine married a shitton of dudes so he could protect his army of husbands from having to go to war and it was beautiful and love can halt war in its tracks and thats why we celebrate valentines day”

and thats why the assumption that a child would automatically get a hetero interpretation of the story and the innate unclarity of the english language made me think that valentines day was about mass gay poly marriage until i was like fourteen and recited the story to a friend who stared at me like id grown three extra heads

his reanimated corpse son:

Drawlloween day 6: Ghost