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bloodytwine.com presents:
A HORRIFIC NURSERY RHYME:
#4: MR. BONES
Mr. Bones has no eyes.
He doesn’t need to see.
Mr. Bones has no mind.
He doesn’t think a thing.
Mr. Bones has no nose.
He doesn’t need to smell.
Mr. Bones has no ears.
He hates the church’s bell.
Mr. Bones has a hat.
It’s dapper and its keen.
He steps and turns in a crazy dance
That no one’s ever seen.
But if by chance
You see his dance,
You should always flee,
’Cause if you see
The shine of his hat,
You’re in a place
The Devil’s at,
A place you shouldn’t be.
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The world is so hostile to tweens.....
Like we joke about how our schools growing up would ban the latest toy trends, but that reality genuinely horrific when you think about it. Like maybe 1% of the bans were based on safety, but the rest cited reasoning like
-"kids were bartering for collectibles" (kids learning about economics and product value)
-"kids were wearing them and the colors were too flashy" (kids experimenting with self expression and fashion)
-"kids were playing with them during lunch and recess instead of using our rusted safety hazard playground" (kids utilizing their free time to do what helps *them* unwind).
Play areas specifically geared towards children and especially towards teens are constantly being shut down. "Oh kids today are always on their phones!" Maybe because
-there are barely any arcades left and even less arcades that aren't adult-oriented,
-public pools and gyms are underfunded and shut down,
-"no loitering" laws prevent kids and teens from just hanging out,
-movie theatres only play the latest films and ticket prices are only rising,
-parks and playgrounds are either neglected or replaced with gear only directed at toddlers and unsuitable for anyone older
-genuine children's and young teen media is being phased out in favour of media directed only at very small children or older teens and adults.
-suburbs and even cities are becoming more and more hostile to pedestrians, it's just not safe for kids to walk to or ride their bikes to their friends' houses or other play destinations
Children's agency is hardly ever respected. Kids between the ages of 9-13 are either treated as babies or as full-grown adults, with no in-between. When they ask to be given more independence, they are either scoffed at or given more responsibilities than are reasonable for a child their age.
This is even evident in the fashion scene.
Clothing stores and brands like Justice and Gap are either closing or rebranding to either exclusively adult clothing or young children's clothes, with no middle ground for tweens. Tweens have to choose between clothes designed for adults that are too large and/or too mature for their age and bodies, or more clothes they feel are far too childish. For tween girls especially it's either a frilly pinafore dress with pigtails or a woman's size dress with cleavage. No wonder tween girls these days dress like they're older, it's because their other option is little girl clothes and they don't want to feel childish.
And then when tweens go to school, the books they want to read aren't available because they cover "mature" topics (read: oh no two people kissed and they weren't straight or oh no menstruation was mentioned or oh no a religion other than Christianity is depicted), so kids are left with books for way below their reading level. No wonder kids today are struggling with literacy, it's because they can't exercise and expand their reading skills with age-appropriate books. Readers need to be challenged with new words and concepts in order to grow in their skills, only letting tween read Dr. Seuss and nursery rhymes doesn't let them learn.
Discussions about substance use, reproduction, and sexuality aren't taught at an age-appropriate level in school or even by children's parents, so they either grow up ignorant and more vulnerable to abuse, or they seek out information elsewhere that is delivered in a less-than-age-appropriate manner. It shouldn't be a coin-toss between "I didn't know what sex was until I was 18 and in college" or "my first exposure to sex as a tween was through porn" or "I didn't know what sex was so I didn't know I was being sexually abused as a kid."
Tweenhood is already such a volatile and confusing time for kids, their bodies are changing and they're transitioning from elementary to middle to high school. It's hard enough for them in this stage, but it's made worse by how society devalues and fails them.
We talk about the disappearance of teenagehood, and maybe that's gonna happen in the future, but the erasure of tweenhood is happing in real time, and it's having and going to have major consequences for next generation's adults.
#leftie shit#i guess#ageism#social issues#tweenhood#the disappearance of tweenhood#current events#relevant issues
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"A Shimmer In Darkness" AU by -me- jackhornersimp, art by @staticart , Inspiration thanks to @mustymausoleum 🫓🩷💜😈
Dark, cold, foggy, that's what you could say about the road this poor soul was walking on, had to because of that stupid old car he had to get, knew the engine was gonna bust soon but he thought he would've made it home in time. He lived out in the mountains, no neighbors for miles upon miles, but obviously he had friends over a lot and they're way to chill to get rid of. So he took his rusty old car to get him and his friends some munchies, he was the sober one so they asked him to take them to the store that was near this old pie factory that could never be accessed, and the world they were living in was filled with beings that are descendants of fairytales and or nursery rhymes, but also....darkness that is too horrific to describe...a few days later Jack Horner, yes, THAT Jack Horner, in this modern day after being resurrected by the star after given a second chance, was taking his early morning jog when he stumbled upon an odd scene, he looked around and followed a trail further down the road, then he saw a journal on a rock, he was curious as after he picked it up he saw blood, he opened the journal and began to read it...
To whomever finds this journal, run while you still can! I am writing this because I believe no one would believe me if I survive this, but if you have found this journal, please take it as proof of what is truly living in these cursed woods, because my friends are dead and I will be soon so please, read my story that I am about to write....
As I said before I was walking on this creepy, eerie road, my friends were behind me laughing and thinking we're safe, but me being a paranoid person and a cryptid nerd, I felt like we were being watched. We walked deeper and deeper into the mountains, it was dark, my stomach started to give me a strange feeling as soon as the moonlight hit us when we entered a clearing. My damn friends, they started to frolick in the damn clearing, "Guys stop..." I said
"Come on man, lighten up!" said my friend Luis
"I'm serious..." I sternly said
They just laughed and continued to play around, I just couldn't shake the feeling that we're being watched. Then I saw it, a large lanky figure, it's skull slowly emerged from the thick darkness into the moonlight, my heart was pumping, it slowly emerged fully out from the thick shadows, I turned to it, my heart stopped. My friends were still laughing and then Luis turns to see me frozen in fear, he laughed....
"Yo, Johan, what's the matter?" Luis asked
I didn't answer
"Johan come on man...."
I lifted my hand to point at the creature slowly coming to us and he followed my finger to it, I never saw him so white with fear, the rest of them were the same....
"Wha-What is that thing?!" Luis asked
I stuttered with hesitation and fear, to speak the name of this monster...
I whispered....
"Wendigo....."
They all freaked out, the creature was closer now, then it stopped, we stopped too, like frozen statues on a battlefield to see who would shoot first, then it lunged at us, killing Luis first, I ran and ran and ran and ran, till I came here, where you found this journal, I hear it eating my friends, their screams, their cries, I'm shaking and crying as we speak, wait...I heard it stop...no...please no...
I do hope you guys enjoyed this!!! As you can see I'm a little rusty on this as it has been awhile since I've written, but please give thanks to the ones I have tagged!
#big jack horner#jack horner#puss in boots big jack horner#big boi jack#tumblr sexyman#puss in boots the last wish#smexy af#puss in boots#msdhkwbflakf his belly is somsdjnsbfnsbd#alternate universe#i can feel his weight#horror#cyrptid#wendigo
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Death ed Stuart David Schiff
Death
ed Stuart David Schiff
1982, Playboy Paperbacks
Two Bottles of Relish by Lord Dunsany (orig Time & Tide, Nov 12, 1932)
A variation on a locked door mystery - a body disposal without leaving the house mystery. This one stayed with me since childhood, though the premise wasn't as locked in as it could be.
Deathtracks by Dennis Etchison
A Nielson family survey taker visits a couple who look for hidden messages in TV laugh tracks to explain why their son died in Vietnam.
Always Together by Hugh B. Cave
One elderly twin murders the other and keeps up a ruse that she's still alive. A good setup for a twist in the tale which never happens.
Toilet Paper Run by Juleen Brantingham
Engaging story set in a girls' reform school, but the ending felt tacked on to fit the genre.
The Green Parrot by Joseph Payne Brennan (orig Weird Tales, July 1952)
Another boring entry in the "that person you thought was alive turns out was already dead" style of ghost story.
Fragment from a Charred Diary by Davis Grubb
Comedy piece about a man using a voodoo doll to commit the political assassinations of the 1960s, escalating from there.
The Scarf by Bernice Balfour
A disfigured woman concealing her face with a scarf and a curious newspaper delivery boy.
Sentences by Richard Christian Matheson
Comedy twist in the tale about a man getting his life rewritten.
Prickly by David A. Riley
A child corrupting Satanist with a monkey familiar kills himself in a British tenement building. Years later, strange creatures scuttle the halls, and children sing nursery rhymes about Prickly.
The Kennel by Maurice Level (orig Tales of Mystery and Horror, 1920)
A cuckold husband finds the body of his wife's lover and disposes of it.
Onawa by Alan Ryan
An adoptive native girl with a taste for blood
A Telephone Booth by Wade Kenny
A gambler can get tips from the future from a pay phone.
Straw Goat by Ken Wiseman
Folk horror with murderous farmers and a sacrificial straw goat.
Horrible Imaginings by Fritz Leiber
Long piece about a creep being obsessed with his neighbor, which I skipped.
The Blind Spot by Saki (orig Beasts and Super-Beasts, 1914)
Comedy piece about a killer servant.
The Dust by Al Sarrantonio
A simpleton shut-in is obsessed with dust.
It Grows on You by Stephen King
A vignette of small town misery which feels more like background to a fuller story. It's been re-written a few times, and later versions may be more tied in to the Castle Rock mythos and be more explicitly horrific. Something about a house getting a new wing built connected with people dying, but not much meat on the bones here.
The Copper Bowl by George Fielding Eliot (orig Weird Tales, December 1928)
Nasty proto-shudder pulp yellow peril story of a French Legionnaire's love being tortured by a Chinese despot.
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I like the idea of Quaritch telling stories to spider about past Quaritch memories since those are the only ones he’s got and the horrific look on spiders face when he learns human culture, he’ll be asking lost of questions to ( which will make Quaritch question his own morals)
he could just tell the kid like, fairy tales, or like basic fables and nursery rhymes, and spiders just like... horrified. god forbid quaritch tell him about the standard of living by his time on earth, basic day to day life.
then there's just the concept of like, MMA or football, and spiders convinced humans are savages or something. cause dedicating your life to s sport where all you do is get the shit best out of ya over and over again until you either die or retire sounds like savagery.
when he hears about concrete 'jungles', traffic, or landfills he's having s full blown aneurysm, because how? why?
he makes Quaritch realize how fucking insane that all sounds, like he starts questioning how he survived that.
#yeah neither if them want bumans to come to Pandora anymore#not unless they figure themselves out#cause good gods#humans are horrible#miles spider socorro#miles socorro#spider socorro#quaritch#avatar 2#avatar the way of water#spider would be wide eyeing hus dad like he was fucking insane
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why is there an electric wire version???? i have never heard this???? no???????
unfortunately it's morbid but the version i know (there's multiple) is along the lines of
kookaburra sits on an electric wire
with his tail burning on fire
cry kookaburra cry kookaburra
sad your life must be
(apparently there's one that's fry kookaburra fry which is. horrific lmfao! love twisted nursery rhymes)
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What is a fairy tale or nursery rhyme you’re hoping to see included in the season of Neverafter?
For me, I want Brennan’s horrific spin on this one:
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had a wife but couldn't keep her;
He put her in a pumpkin shell
And there he kept her well.
Peter, Peter pumpkin eater,
Had another and didn't love her;
Peter learned to read and spell,
And then he loved her very well.
I just think he could turn “he put her in a pumpkin shell / and there he kept her very well” into something very, very nasty.
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When your mind wonders and you come up with weird things, like a children’s book about horrific life sucking space vampires. Ladybird books are small educational books for children. They covered a wide variety of subjects from nursery rhymes to history and people and places. They were designed to help children with reading and writing. I’m sure little Peter or little Jane would love to learn all about the Wraith!!!
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Wonder what samantha and the zombies do on their free time when their not trying to kill the original 4
Hmm… I do as well!
I actually want to touch up on this a little bit
Samantha’s Free Time
Samantha’s trapped in the MPD, so not much can be done. But she does sing to herself a lot. Besides the usual children’s nursery rhymes, Blue from The Birthday Massacre is SO her. I can hear her switch between her normal and corrupted voice between both parts. She makes the zombies dance for her too. If instruments could be found, then she’s got a band for backup music too!
I headcanon that she would’ve made up all the easter egg songs herself. Just picture her singing loud enough for everyone to hear! I think Ultimis would join in with her until she decides to mess with them.
Samantha:🎶And nobody cries, when everyone dies and no one’s alive🎶
Ultimis: 🎶BRING ME 1-1-5!🎶
Samantha: I HEARD SOUR NOTES!!! *sics the horde of zombies onto them*
If she wasn’t trapped though? She’d probably like the idea of freedom and doing whatever she wants! Would definitely eat a bunch of lollipops and mozartkugels without worrying of hearing a scolding. She might explore her father’s old lab to look around since she was often told to stay out. Depending on her mood, she may also break things as well.
I just know she’d go back to drawing too. Half of them are genuinely sweet ones like of her and her stuffed animal friends (the Teddy bear of course is her best friend). The other half are gruesome, cathartic pieces of Richtofen being killed or tortured in horrific ways. Samantha’s red crayon is practically worn to a tiny nub.
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Hatching [Pahanhautoja] (2022)
Birds are freaky-ass animals. Their knees bend backwards, they have these weird skeletal beaks, and their beady little eyes seem to stare directly into your soul. They regurgitate food for their young. And that’s not even touching the whole dinosaur lineage situation. Hatching knows these uncomfortable truths and extends it into the realm of body horror. After finding an egg abandoned by a murdered crow in the spooky haunted woods directly next to her house, Tinja cares for it until it hatches into a massive avian monstrosity. It has a vaguely humanoid form, and over time becomes ever more like its surrogate mother in appearance. The creature effects created by Gustav Hoegen and his puppeteer team are absolute crackerjack, every movement lifelike and adhering to an internal logic which melds birdlike and human movements. It’s grotesque, but oddly endearing in its movements and behavior; there’s a real interiority to its motives and drive. As ‘Alli’ becomes ever more human, vestigial elements remain, feathers giving way to hair and extra teeth jutting out of her cheeks. Even in the close, when Alli’s eyes have become fully human, scars remain, reflecting her ghastly origins.
Make no mistake of it, this is a fairy tale, and a fucked-up one at that in proper Nordic tradition. Tinja (and the rest of her family) are under the thumb of the mommy blogger Mother, who seeks to create an idealized vision of her home-life to share with the rest of the world over the internet. Everything is pink and pastel blue, their garments and home décor curated within an inch of its life. Everything must fit into Mother’s vision for her personal life and her public persona. Onscreen, the family cavort and tress one another’s hair with flowers. But this indelicate parts of family life rub Mother wrong: a wholesome attempt at making waffles is marred by young son Matias getting jam on her blouse. Matias and Father are irrelevant to Mother. The boy is an annoying waste of space she ignores, and Father knows that she’s cheating on him with the strapping young carpenter/handyman Tero. Tinja suffers greatly too, forced into enjoyment of gymnastics at the behest of her mother, pushing herself beyond her capabilities in anticipation of a competition which is sure to be content gold for the blog. It’s this false idealism which the crow crashing through the window invades, destroying chandeliers and vases to comically excessive effect. Mother’s first major gesture in the film is to wring its neck, and this bird’s offspring comes to wreak havoc on her life. Alli represents Tinja at her worst, acting out her most base impulses to horrific effect. Yet though Mother is at the core of Tinja’s problems, she lashes out at everyone but her. The new neighbors’ dog is killed, Matias terrified, and fellow gymnast Reetta horrifically maimed. In a way, this represents the unhealthy repression of negative emotions that Mother engenders in Tinja and the rest of the family. There is no safe space to discuss failures or reject Mother’s desires and whims. The members of the family must constantly lie, agreeing with everything she says whether or not they truly feel it. Throughout much of the film, Tinja is almost catatonic with anxiety, fearful of both rejection and of what her doppelgänger will do next. She loathes her darker self, and yet cannot reject it. In parallel to this, Alli’s first impulse is at times to reach out for affection. It’s a cruel, created environment.
THE RULES
SIP
Bird cries.
The gymnastics competition is mentioned.
Creature goo.
Someone says ‘Tero’.
Tinja doesn’t stick the landing.
BIG DRINK
Mother starts to watch a blog post.
Someone starts to sing the nursery rhyme.
#drinking games#hatching#pahanhautoja#finnish cinema#horror#horror & thriller#body horror#hanna bergholm#siiri solalinna#sophia heikkilä#birds aren't real
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bloodytwine.com presents:
A HORRIFIC NURSERY RHYME:
#6: THE MONKEYS ARE COMING
The monkeys are coming!
The monkeys are coming!
They escaped the zoo,
And they’ll be here soon!
The monkeys are coming!
The monkeys are coming!
They’ll steal your shoes
And eat your food!
The monkeys are coming!
The monkeys are coming!
They’ll come in pairs
to poop in your chairs!
The monkeys are coming!
The monkeys are coming!
And once they’re here,
They’ll chase you down
With terrible shrieks,
And take out your legs
At the knees,
and bite and bite
At a furious pace,
So they can taste
Your delicious face!
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Revisiting the Racism That Inspired One of the World’s Bestselling Crime Novels
Revisiting the Racism That Inspired One of the World’s Bestselling Crime Novels https://medium.com/writing-for-your-life/revisiting-the-horrific-racism-that-inspired-the-worlds-bestselling-crime-novel-7c7fca5647b7
A swan song is a metaphor used to refer to a final gesture before retirement. The term originated in ancient Greek culture, and its first reference is found in Aeschylus' Agamemnon, which was written in 458 BC.
Justice Wargrave wrote a confession stating that he was the murderer of the guests on the island. He satisfied his imaginative nature by arranging the killings according to a nursery rhyme. Wargrave chose victims who had gotten away with murder to satisfy his sense of justice; he killed them to fulfill his bloodlust.
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On the whole, I think this movie is more fun than Pathaan - the songs are, on the whole, better (well, Naiyo Lagda is better than Jhoome Jo Pathaan; the other songs are passable for the most part, with that random Billi Billi song being better than that Besharam Rang nonsense) - that horrific remix of nursery rhymes aside; the comedy is better; there's no ridiculous "man in love is betrayed multiple times by same girl but never sees it coming" plot; its cool that his brothers are also action capable and not just 'always in distress' siblings.
Other than the stupid nursery rhyme remix, the only other really ridiculous bit is the very end climax - where he gets hit on the head enough to have permanent brain damage, if not death, but comes to be with literally no signs except for some blood. Not that you go into this movie, or any such Salman action movie, expecting complete realism, but ... yeah. A bit much, maybe.
The Rowdy Anna twist was expected.
The bit where the brother has nightmares is a bit odd - that we'd see that in a movie where he's not the main actor - but I guess it does 2 things: first, it gives him a slightly larger role; second, and maybe more so, it gives us a few characters 'dying' and some more emotional drama (atop the brothers thing). The sequence with this in the home is really well done; but then, it feels wasted when they don't use this to explain him getting beaten to a pulp/hit on the head so many times (see, the above stupidity). It would've worked better, given that there is no actual way he could've survived that final battle.
The callbacks to Maine Pyar Kiya were pretty funny.
It's not a perfect movie - but it is enjoyable, and there's enough humor (planned, and humor to be had from making fun of random things in the movie) that it's an enjoyable watch.
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Terry Hall’s music is as relevant now as it has ever been, and his legacy will live on
Jamie Driscoll
I have a rare CD version of Ultra Modern Nursery Rhymes, a lesser known album by Specials frontman Terry Hall, who died yesterday. The title track seems thematically inspired by David Bowie’s Kooks. Both are about a dad advising his kids not to get stressed by the expectations society places on them. I grew up with The Specials. I vividly remember the black and white chequered cover on the audio cassette of their debut album. That was before CDs. To find Ultra Modern Nursery Rhyme, back in 1990, I had to place a special order. Now, you just download.
Their eponymous debut album shot them to fame. It’s a classic. Brimming with the energy of ska rhythm and deep bass, punctuated by brass. The originality of songs like Stupid Marriage and Too Much Too Young – lyrical cautions against teenage pregnancy. Their articulate nihilism is expressed in Man at C&A – the helplessness against world events and uncaring politicians. Women forced into sex work in Hey Little Rich Girl. The simple sadness of watching an ageing woman clinging to her youth in Pearl’s Café. The alcoholism decried in Stereotype. The Specials were not just angry, young men. And, of course, Ghost Town. If you lived through the Thatcher years, you know this song. Never has there been a more accurate musical social commentary; government leaving the youth on the shelf.
But they could have been the band of 2022. The stalking terror of knife crime articulated in Concrete Jungle; the song Too Hot; the Lunatics Have Taken Over the Asylum should be Liz Truss’s theme song. “Nothing’s changed! When we wrote it we had Reagan and Thatcher and we thought things couldn’t get worse. Now we’ve got Trump and May!” Terry Hall said in a 2016 interview.
Lunatics was Hall’s first post-Specials track, with the new band Fun Boy Three. He’d started writing it before splitting from The Specials with Neville Staple and guitarist Lynval Golding. The Specials only had about 18 months of fame before they split. Five top ten singles and two number ones in under two years. Hall speaks of the pressures they were under: being targeted by the far right; the National Front turning up and Sieg-Heiling at them on stage; the violence at the gigs, which led to him being arrested, charged and fined for incitement.
“Getting picked up at the airport was a drama, checking into the hotel was a drama, leaving the hotel was a drama. You couldn’t get any space, not even for an hour or two, because wherever you went there were these lads who’d travelled 9,000 miles to see you live and didn’t have anywhere to stay, so you had to put them up in your room and then you had to sit up all night with them. Talking about the f**king Specials.”
I can’t talk about the Specials without Jerry Dammers. Their artistic inspiration and lead songwriter. In fact, it’s Jerry Dammers GCOT. That’s Grand Companion of OR Tambo. Now that’s one honour I’d salute. Dammers was awarded it for his anti-apartheid work, including writing the song Free Nelson Mandela, another staple of my teenage years.
The Specials’ It Doesn’t Make it Alright is an explicitly anti-racist anthem. Their legacy lived on when in 2017, 20 year old Saffiyah Khan calmly smiled while staring down an EDL thug. The photo of her wearing a Specials T-shirt went viral.
Hall spoke about his mental health. He’d suffered horrific child sex abuse at the hands of a teacher, and sang about it in Well Fancy That. “It got to a point where I didn’t have a choice – and it’s done me so much good,” he said. “Talking about mental health problems is a conscious decision. It’s something I want to share with people.” Seeking help seemed to make a difference. He was much happier with his later musical collaborations. And life in general.
“I also bloody love being 60. I’ve wanted to be 60 since I was in my 20s. I’ve always thought I’d make my best music in the years between 60 and 70.” Sadly, he died aged 63. As Terry Hall himself sang: “Enjoy yourself, it’s later than you think.”
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Inktober ‘18 - Shape and Texture #10
STICKY HORRIFIC
A tacky cautionary tale for unsuspecting children.
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#sticky#horrific#monster#green#candy#glue#stuck#kids#children#nursery#rhyme#silly#random objects#bugs#ink#inktober 2018#fantasy#scifi#black and white#monochrome#autumn#fall#halloween#october#magical#comic book art#graphic art#illlustration
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Put Piggy Blue on TikTok. Changed some words a little. Drew a little picture to go with it
#police brutality#acab#ACAB#PiggyBlue#Piggy Blue#Piggy Blue nursery rhyme#George Floyed protests#black lives matter protests#black lives matter#blm#2020 is a dumpster fire#how can i teach my students or kids to trust cops to look to them when theyre lost or in trouble i CANT theyre just horrific
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