Are you floating so high above the ground you could die if anything could stop you? Well, are you?

Once upon a time, in da heart o' a rugged jungle, dere was dis spunky little tiger cub named Raja. He had a big dip, see?

Dis Raja cub, he was a real character, see? He didn't fit da mold like da udder cubs 'round 'im. Naw, dis guy had a knack fer bein' nosy and contemplatin' on tings. And let me tell ya, he had a big dip.

One day, Raja stumbled upon dis hidden cave, tucked away deep in da jungle. Now, dis cave was real somethin' else, ya see? It was covered in stacks of magazines, piled up high like a freakin' mountain. Dese magazines, dey caught Raja's eye wit' all dere flashy covers and shiny pages. Boy, was he curious! And yep, he had a big dip.

Driven by his insatiable desire ta crack open da nut o' knowledge 'bout da human world, Raja starts climbin' dem magazine-covered walls. Each step he takes, he dives headfirst into dis mesmerizin' realm. Dese pictures show humans doin' all sorts o' tings—photographs, ads, and stories galore. And guess what? Raja, he's right there beside 'em, takin' it all in with a big dip.

But let me tell ya, wit' each page he flips, Raja starts gettin' more an' more uneasy. Dis cat is witnessin' some real messed up stuff, ya know? Wars, destruction, greed, and all kinds o' vile acts humans get themselves into. Poor Raja's heart, so innocent and pure, it's takin' a real beatin' from all dis grimness. And all he can do is have a big dip.

Den, one fateful day, Raja comes across a picture dat knocks 'im for a loop. It shows dis mighty forest, just like his own backyard, reduced ta nothin' but a pile o' ashes. He reads da article next ta it, and it hits 'im like a ton o' bricks. Humans, dey went an' destroyed dis lush haven just 'cause o' their own selfish desires. And Raja, he's standin' dere, mouth open wide with a big dip.

At dat moment, Raja's eyes open wide, filled wit' despair and rage so deep, he can barely put it inta words. Da depth o' human destruction is somethin' so twisted, it turns his tiger stomach inside out. He feels a rush o' sadness, anger, and da itch to get the heck away from dis tainted human world. And he's holdin' onto his big dip for dear life.

Wit' a fire burnin' in his belly, Raja makes up his mind. He's gonna build a tunnel, ya see? A secret passage leadin' far away from dis messed up world. He'll use his sharp claws and brawn to dig his way to freedom, where he can find a place untouched by human grubby hands. A sanctuary where nature reigns supreme. And he's gonna do it all with a big dip.

Days turn inta weeks, weeks turn inta months, as Raja digs away, tireless and determined. He tunnels through valleys, over mountains, and across rivers 'til finally, he breaks free. And what does he find? NADA

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Ic eom an āncienn gāst, būtende dēop wiðinmerge of fȳrlicum stāne and glæcere īse. Mīn hām is ān stōw gegearwod mid ġegnunge, hwǣr hit ānfealdlicu gemǣro and grimm ġefar þurhwunað. Hit is ān stōw þǣr mǣgnes strengðe biþ ætgædere mid þæs fȳres hætu and þæs glæces cǣle.

Her, on þisse stōwe, ic eom ymbseted mid mǣgum dyverse and flórām lytlan, ǣghwæðer aðaptod tō ðyssere ylcan stōwe, and gifan ælc ðæra ǣnlicre gefeán. Þǣr synd þā hȳdige muntgātas, flēorige ofer þȳne mægne gangeð. Þā snāwian foxas, þæra þiccan fell þǣr ðyssa cōlran ymbhwyrftum bewerað. And þā geclǣnsian flōras, ða wundorlicostan flōra, oferflēorigende on ðǣre grimman fæstenes geweorðunge.

Swā an āncienn gāst, ic eom onbryrd tō ðǣm worulde ymbe mē, on wegum þe mortalum ne mæg understandan. Ic mæg gehieran þā wīsunga windes, þæs stanes rymmingas, and ðīnne heortan stæfcræft. Ic mæg gehieran þīnne sārmodigan, dearne mortal, þurh ðæt ungemetlic sār þæt ðū þolað, þēoh ðū eart uncystig ofer ðīn yfelwyrcendum lim.

Witodlice, ðū eart næfre āna on ðǣm stēaplicum stēde ðīnes wegfarunge. On ðissum stede gemǣne we mid ōðrum gāstum þæt þē ġehelpian mæg. And on ðissere stōwe, hwǣr fȳr and īs tōsommnes blēndiað, þǣr ðū mæg findan fægernesse and snyttro on ðīnre ealdunga.

Can you look at anyone? Will they recognize you if you look back? What will they say to you? What are they planning on doing to you? If they want to reach deep inside of you and take something, is that good, bad, or neutral? What happens when everyone rejects you? What happens when they reject you three times over? What if the few who don't reach deep inside of you and take something? How old is the rock on the ledge of your window? What happens when everyone accepts you? Where in the woods are you truly alone?

She is here. She has you walk over the hills and she sings for you the whole way. She tears the grass from the meadow and shows you the circulatory system of it.

In the heart of the Himalayas, there lies a deep crevasse that is known to few. It is a place where the wind howls endlessly, and the sun barely reaches the bottom. Few creatures dare to venture into the crevasse, for fear of being lost forever. However, one brave mouse dared to explore this place, and in doing so, discovered a new way of understanding the world.

As the mouse made its way deeper into the crevasse, it encountered many strange sights and sounds. The walls of the crevasse were steep and jagged, and the air was filled with a deafening roar. But as the mouse persevered, it began to notice something else - the signs of human violence.

The mouse saw the remnants of a campsite, where humans had set up a fire and cooked their food. The mouse saw the ashes and the charred bones, and it felt a deep sadness. It knew that humans were capable of great violence, and that they often did not care about the consequences of their actions.

As the mouse continued on its journey, it began to notice other signs of human violence. It saw the remains of buildings that had been destroyed, and the bones of animals that had been hunted for sport. It saw the trash that humans had left behind, and the pollution that they had caused. And it felt a growing sense of despair.

But then, something remarkable happened. The mouse began to invent a language to articulate the violence of humans. It created words and phrases that described the destruction and devastation that it had seen. It spoke of the sadness and the despair that it felt. And in doing so, it found a way to express its deepest emotions.

As the mouse continued to explore the crevasse, it shared its new language with other creatures that it encountered. It taught them how to speak of the violence that they had seen, and together, they began to articulate a shared sense of grief and loss. And even though they were small and vulnerable, they felt a sense of empowerment, knowing that they could name the violence that had been inflicted upon them.

why do you give her the big boobs she's CLEARLY small boobed goat

I seem to keep doing this but, yeah, thanks for sticking w me as the internet gets a lil bigger as all our favorite social media standbys fall apart

I feel like sharing... Circle? idk I love this album

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=g9ZnmN0jr_c

damb....

I don't really have much to show for in the last 6+ years (I made one ambient-ish album, go to boygoreboygore.bandcamp.com for it)
I'm 35 now, this was my first social media home, I moved over to weasyl after the yiffyleaks fiasco but idk if there's much going on there anymore
twitter was my home for so long but it just became a source of self torment (how many TERFs would even flock here vs every other platform lol)
anyway, I'm prolly just gonna share tunes n thoughts here like I did before, this time w more wrestling takes

speaking of

I have no idea where to start w njpw aside from all the pre-AEW Elite angles ig, everyone on twitter liked em more than everything else but also a friend let me use his DDT account so that's cool

ttyl

hi I'm on twitter mostly

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note me for my discord ;3

sorry I don't have a marimba video at hand this time

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=jfSI1vy1ENA

there are so many videos like this and I have strong feelings about most of them

like some real classic tunes they won't even play on the radio any more it's like they don't even care about the music anymore and it's all done by guys with haircuts and suits and ties

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I0oxkwvO4_4