#i ramble

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I am doing a thing where every Monday I ask my mutuals a poll (the poll should happen at 4:30am pst)

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@plebbotheblob @eris-of-disco @maxiduhfrog @sylsoddsandends @gaypotatoman @doctorwyvern @finnbin @bookworm-driven-insane @brave-bumblebee248 @yaboi-worm @dostarve @demise-seems-dead @classifiedemonics@pirateshippotato @goosewiththumbs @frazzled-dazzled @mapleeeewee

also remember if you don’t want to participate send me a message and you are off the list (or just block the tag)

also msg me is we are moots and you aren’t on the list

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THIS IS NOT A TAG GAME

I am doing a thing where every Friday I offer a reference or prompt (it should happen at 4:30am pst)

I think it would be fun! The tag for this is #PROMPTPFRIDAY So block that if you don’t want to be included (and if so please message me I will take you off the list

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@plebbotheblob @eris-of-disco @maxiduhfrog @sylsoddsandends @gaypotatoman @doctorwyvern @finnbin @bookworm-driven-insane @brave-bumblebee248 @yaboi-worm @dostarve @demise-seems-dead @classifiedemonics@pirateshippotato @goosewiththumbs @frazzled-dazzled @mapleeeewee

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draw something based on this poem:

With a wrecked heart, I looked at the dipping storm

             and asked, away from your mother, where are you going now?

And I swear I could hear him, storm,

                       say, if  I die, nobody will know

until my body starts to furrow,

               until the wind picks up the scent

of my dying. There is a stock of crabgrass 

in the corner,

lightning in the distance, in the swirling sand 

              and street dirt, there is a man on the

              side

of the road shoveling compost

    out of his truck, onto the earth of his lawn.