Intelligible Pancake

I need a complete list of your traumas, plus a genealogy going back at last five generations indicating the racial origins of all of your ancestors, plus essays on your personal relationships to religion, ethnicity, gender and sexuality before I can determine whether you're allowed to create this art. Until the paperwork is submitted, I'm just going to put you down as "Provisionally Problematic and Probably Appropriative". Please enjoy your complementary harassment while waiting for a judgement.

Processing times are currently about five years. Please Remain Patient.

"Ooh, I'm sorry; your ancestors' racial origins need to be listed in modern American terminology. Please resubmit. Until then, I'm downgrading your status to 'Tried to Make Excuses Rather Than Just APOLOGIZE'"

I'm sorry, that apology has been judged Insincere. What do you mean "why"? You didn't even address the substance of your wrongdoing. "What wrongdoing"? Sir, I cannot help you if you're going to play such games. Please go to the end of the line. NEXT!

Ah, I see that you've completed your trauma essays. Capital. Please report to those stocks over there while the Bailiff reads them out to the mob with customary scorn and ridicule. NEXT!

Right; so our review shows that you actually are a member of the marginalised community to which this art pertains. I therefore sentence you to hear people say: "You don't speak for ALL members of this community!" for the rest of your natural life.

It really is quite simple, I don't know why you're making this so complicated. Just confess your sins, promise to do better and ask for absolution--No, it has absolutely nothing to do with Catholicism, what are you talking about? And actually, a great many of the people here have Catholics amongst their oppressor classes, so it's pretty problematic for you to draw that parallel--Well! There's simply no call for that kind of language! Back of the fucking line! NEXT!

Something about this is so genuine and funky. It feels so natural that if I heard the correct lyrics it wouldn't process as right in my brain. This man yelling about his green tea and watermelon sour patch kids fits so well with the live music playing in the background, the atmosphere, the whole situation. It's like some reverse slam poetry talking about how good life is and how the simple pleasures should be enjoyed. I'm in love with this tik tok.

The picture in the background of the second one

For those who haven’t read articles about it, the local shrine elevated her to a god. She’s now the Eternal Stationmaster and patron god of the station.

Beautiful.

Now I’m crying thanks

and a new cat was hired right?

Everytime this crosses my dash, I reblog. It is the law.

Law

I’m crying at 11pm over train cats