doing my best

I will never be accepted into the greater artist community until I learn to love the acrylic charm. Yes master the American social media artist selling mass produced acrylic charms with their own digital design printed upon it is the most exploited proletariat in the world. No master I will never ever learn about the exploitation of global south workers. Yes master the acrylic charm was spontaneously generated as soon as the Artist paid a completely arbitrary fee. No master the Artist is the only person who matters

A mid-sized western art youtuber can hire a team to design a plushie, have that plushie manufactured in a South Asian country, get it shipped to America, and sell it for 30 dollars. And this is just some arbitrary number with no geopolitical context and if you, the Consumer, think it's too expensive. Then you are Starving The Artist, the poor poor prole who can't afford to eat but can, somehow, afford to use the labor of 400 Bengali women to make a plushie of a frog wearing stockings.

clowngirl getting an orchiectomy and the surgeon just keeps removing ball after ball after ball after ball after

clown nurse standing by solemnly adding each successive ball to the ones she's already juggling

I bring a "last dog at a kill shelter" vibe to the party that lets the it/she girls know it's okay to put cigarettes out on me

imagine being a cowgirl who’s clicker trained to lactate genuinely anything is possible when you’re a pervert

in absence of any other details i'm gonna go ahead and state definitively and for the record that lindsey graham died because his ditzy fairy ass forgot the rule about not taking poppers on viagra and had what is known to medical science as a "Faggot's Stroke" and if his estate wants to correct that information so i can giggle about the real reason then they're welcome to call my office