We Was Just Looking For Adventure
It was a Sunday
The folks that went to to gather
They were gone
We hade the junkyard to ourselves
We was just looking for an adventure
Started small
Rummage through glove boxes and compartments, checking under floor mats for loose change
I found .87 cents so far
Thee escalations
Beginning raw broken plastic, glass and
metal dents, to throwing heavy parts
Just for collisions
We was just looking for adventures
Physically exhausted
It was 105 degrees Fahrenheit
The three of us sat in the shade
No one thought of provisions
Three Sundays ago was fun
We was just resting during adventure
“How are you boys and girl? Don’t fucking move” *
All three of us looked up
He was holding a single barrel shotgun
I knew right off, from the look of it
None of us moved, never heard approach
Frozen caught
Pointed at Us
“Have you been here before? Thought so, your the older, you in charge?” *
Javier nodded and continued his head
Blast to the side in some old car
We all jumped
Staring at us in such glare
He moved and pressed the barrel into Javier’s center forehead
Pushing his body backwards
I heard the sizzle of flesh
Then the man backed away
And then I heard crying
“Get outta here and don’t ever comeback, you’ve been marked, run and fast, explain everything to Mommy.” *
Javier was gone
It would later be said
5 against 1 he bettered two
And held down by two
Another went to branding
Hole of scar was for the whole
Neighborhood
We were just looking and it all stopped!
We were just looking for adventure
Just two of us now
The both of us
Not saying any words
“Who’s the smartest of you three?”
The shotgun was now held by two hands
A straight to me was a point
“Few Sundays ago, who shot up the blue BMW and with what?”
It was me, with Japanese stars purchased at park n swap, with a little help from a grinder and a file
A couple Sunday’s a ago
Showing off too / or for rather, Leticia
“I’m seeing the clever and all the damage to my property, that door alone was worth !
The windows the windshields
You both now owe me!”
“Now follow me, don’t run, what’s your names?”
Sven, and I spoke for Leticia
He asked openly, “How long you to been lovers?”
Leticia exclaimed, “We have never kissed.”
“See Sven, she didn’t roughly demand, she would never kiss you, as in like, we would’ve have never kissed, it’s a lucky Sunday.
You two for the next few hours
You both have cost me lest not forget your runaway home to Mom friend, at the lowest possible prices, you two, $8,703 to be paid off, in three hours before the sun goes down, or let’s go get tha fuck yo & we, walk to parents, what you two? Want to do?
And her name, Please?”
The barrel swinging
We look at each other
It’s a pendulum swaying
We the she & me
Have to work things off
If put forth a sum of near 9 thousand
It’s Leticia, we spoke unison
We was just looking for adventure
We agreed, and followed him.
We began hand holding
Sweating & clenching
Leaving small trails behind
Javier, would later marry have children
And to this day has a never spoken up
“Now Boy & Girl to pay off the dollars!
What I want first is? We have, what til 6 - 9, when a search begins prolly 24 later hours, if you do as told, you can have the money paid off in by 5:30. If you do exactly told!
Sven is doing this with you, Leticia…no more crying, welcome, to my two container under ground room!”
A flap / door was opened!
We was just looking for adventure…..
We was just looking far and wide adventure
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Apparently much-needed reminder that reposting artists' art (by saving the images or screenshotting them and reuploading them yourself) on other platforms without the artists' expressed permission and without credit is theft and an insult to their passion and craft. You are profiting (in views, in attention, in feedback) from someone else's work and ideas, who do not get that feedback for sharing their creation.
If you are an art reposter, you are a thief and I have no respect for you.
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yk when you see someone share a finished handmade item that they clearly spent a lot of time and money on and it's just. The absolute tackiest thing you have seen in your life. And then you ask yourself why someone would waste all those resources on such an eyesore.
(no, of course you can't relate to that because you're a much nicer person than me)
In any case.
BEHOLD!
A wool coat!
The top fabric is handwoven and handspun, the whole thing is sewn by hand, too.
Leftovers. Barely anything, all things considered, which is very satisfying.
This thing took me well over 3 years to make, on and off. And now I'm done.
Thank you for your attention.
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I think my favorite thing about Fionna and Cake has to be how unapologetically queer it is. In every corner, whether it be a cameo appearance from the gay couple,
a quick visual cue/reference to the pilot,
a questionable line from Brian David Gilbert of all people,
[img: Winter King (on the right) saying "Don't think it hasn't occurred to me!" This is in response to Cake suggesting he kiss Simon (left)]
or actually being integral to the primary or secondary plot.
Seeing such a casual yet important and beautiful inclusion of queerness in this show fills me with such indescribable joy. Without even trying, without even stepping away from it's own story, it's making a statement.
Without going out of its way, it's teaching genuine stories while saying "We are here, we have a place, we have a history, and we're here to stay."
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