damazcuz
yippee ki yay it's not my blood!
Dama / Damascus, 30, he/him | artist&writer assigned gamer at therapy | god nerfed me | everything I've made is under #by me my art portfolio/personal website
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What inspired the 2 Trucks song?
I was thinking about two trucks having sex and, well, the rest is history
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the idealized version of my tomorrow self will fix this
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physically im not here but mentally yeah im not here either
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so fucking evil that i don’t have the jagged pointy cartoon teeth that fit together like triangles. i deserve them
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equal and opposite reactions to watching saw for the first time
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its crazy growing up and realizing how deranged everyone is and how many problems everyone has. in such mundane ways. your waiter at olive garden believes in q anon. the woman doing your x ray just moved in with a guy she met a week ago. your insurance agent is a hoarder. etc.
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me for weeks: is it juist me or water tastes soooooooo weird and strange!
black mold disguised as my sniveling advisor: no my liege youre right thats the taste of water!
me: and dont you forget it!
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SHUT UPPPPPP *makes you float away into space with the power of my mind*
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I see you. Erik Olson profile pic.
The oigers.........
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A couple weeks ago my roommates and I ended up (via some poor coordination) getting a large amount of groceries. I jokingly declared it a feast week and we ate to our merry contentment. And yet since then I feel things have changed… the countertops are bustling with fruits, endless supplies of fruit, the shelves full of many loaves of bread, the fridge has two whole containers of yogurt, and it feels like just about every night there’s some new pastry and meats. … I fear the logic of the feast suffuses this apartment now in a way that has become inextricable, essential, a kind of habitus. I am not sure what developments will follow.
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my friend wrote this in his notes app while extremely drunk
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