Trying my Best

i went to taco bell today and laid my peepers on the bajabeast that they get the teal soda from. needless to say i bit that thing like a dracula and brother i started sucking

hey do you mind grabbing joseph's coat for him? yeah its the red and yellow and green and brown and scarlet and black and ochre and peach and ruby and olive and violet and fawn and lilac and gold and chocolate and mauve and cream and crimson and silver and rose and azure and lemon and russet and gray and purple and white and pink and orange and blue one

the Cc in emails stands for Cuck chair

brought nothing to the gun fight. whatever man

remember to bury the dead with a phone, everyone. these days the ferry terminal at the river styx wants you to download a fucking app

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

first rule of Cite Club: tell everyone where you learned about Cite Club

*this meeting could have been an email voice* this cgi could have been a puppet

riding her dick cowgirl style while shaking my head to show i disagree with the settler-colonial and falsely idealized nature of frontier era north america

scooby doo taught us to love like field mice and fuck like city rats

the first thing you'll learn about me is that I'm a funny guy

the second thing you'll learn about me is that I'm always in some kind of nightmarish torture hell dimension

Everything is about sex. Except sex, which is just some penis bullshit

Went to the Aboriginal artifact exhibit in Chicago. And it’s interesting. How many blankets and masks and totem poles say ‘unknown source’, because every five seconds my mom would stop and point to something and say. “Pauline’s grandmother made that,” or, “That belongs to Mike’s family, I should call him” because. It’s all stolen

“These artifacts were excavated by archaeologists from a burial site in the 1970’s. The remains were returned for reinterment” Okay cool, cool cool. So you just, like. Dug up the grave of a respected family member, stripped them naked, mailed their body back to their family and kept everything they were lovingly put to rest in. Like a graverobbing bastard

The Native American Graves Protection and Repatriation Act requires all institutions that receive federal funding to repatriate remains and artifacts so if you can identify the source of something on display absolutely get a hold of that institute’s repatriation office