aaaaaa King Friday
I remember King Friday
I just realised I'm sitting here on my computer watching fuckmothering Mr. Rogers instead of The Rocky Horror Picture Show.
That is
basically
what's the word?
edited 23rd Jun '14 12:01:15 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistOh god I just remembered.
I saw the King Friday puppet and wanted one like that, so my mother and I gathered together all sorts of craft materials and styrofoam and wood bits and tempera paint and sewing needles and we sewed clothes and painted faces and paper mache'd crowns and made a whole set of king and queen and knight and jester and dragon puppets. That glitter never did quite clean out of the rug of our flat.
They were the coolest things ever.
I don't know if we have them anymore...
@Trip: I said word.
edited 23rd Jun '14 12:05:47 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistI remember my period of being obsessed with knights and castles and stuff.
Dad got some of that shiny silver cardboard and those paper joint punchers and we made armour and swords and shields and I made my own coat of arms and forever lamented the fact that Australia has no castles.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?And then I'd go out back into the woods nearby where we lived and do Bridge to Terabithia shit with Other Friend and this other girl I grew up with who later decided she hated me for reasons unknown. There was this gigantic tree with these odd mushrooms on the side
◊, and we would pretend they were stairs for fairies and set up forts to barricade ourselves from the fairies (my "knights and fairies" phase was pretty heavily Grimm-and-Cycles inspired), and we'd come back with poison ivy all over our skins from digging through plant growth to set up fairy traps and hiding from things that made noises that in retrospect were probably deer and raccoons and coyotes and shit.
And there was this natural "rope swing" made of these creepers and a broken branch, and we'd swing on it until it snapped one day and we used it to "dig for plums" because the ground was littered with withered old crab apples that we thought were plums, but no matter how deep we dug we couldn't find any so we just decided to dig to China. Then we got tired and went in for popsicles.
...I just made myself sad.
edited 23rd Jun '14 12:32:20 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon AlchemistTrawling through youtube.
Found a Pewdiepie video that was just labelled BOOBSBOOBSBOOBSBOOBSBOOBSBOOBS.
Had 5.5 million views, of course.
What if there’s no better word than just not saying anything?I did that too. I liked doing basically everything.
Except sports involving balls. When I see something hurtling towards my face, my first instinct isn't to reach out to it. It's to flinch away to minimise injury.
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That shit keeps showing up on my dashboard. I can't make it go away.
edited 23rd Jun '14 12:55:59 AM by GameSpazzer
MY SOUL IS DARK BUT MY HAIR IS COLORFUL — Brahian Pokémon Alchemist

you're certainly more important than some people
like
tar
"Shake the dust." - Anis Mojgani