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On these horrid morrows wherein one awakes feeling utterly ghoulish it is easy to let oneself slip into a quite negative headspace. The Monster Mash reminds us that even the most vile of beast deserve a little joy.
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you should listen to riboflavin flavored non carbonated polyunsaturated blood by don hinson & the rigamorticians
@DRACULA I listened to riboflavin flavoured non carbonated polyunsaturated blood by don hinson & the rigamorticians, holy smokes! Thank you Dracula, it taps in to the exact ethos I was circling, thrilling.
6d ago
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3 CDs, 98 tracks. currently blaring from beneath the ghoul i’ve constructed on my porch, as a beacon for the children
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i feel so bitchy (in a good way) the monsters down here got nothing on me
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🌕Was it scary? A bit. Were there some interesting characters with murderous energy? Absolutely. Did I have the time of my life? Most definitely.
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🥣I’ve been coping with prolonged malaise lately by eating a lot of yogurt, generally —albeit not aways— with granola and banana. Although any fruit will do. Even meals that otherwise would not include yogurt I’ve been putting yogurt in. But yogurt for breakfast has really been doing a number for me, feels difficult to succumb to listless grief when those tender moments of solitude are underscored by roughly one and a half cups of yogurt. I do not mean to diminish or trivialize the depth of your misery in saying this, but have you tried eating yogurt?
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🌅Today I had the displeasure of working what was — likely — one of the worst services I have ever worked. Quite literally ran out of half the menu, an eighty-six list which had to tuck its tail between its legs and resort to a series of columns. The abhorred culmination of a week’s worth of missing food deliveries paired alongside a kitchen which itself is teeming with new staff. In short, it was a putrid, vile, sickening mess.
In the wake of walking homeward from this wretched workday I have retired myself to my kitchen floor, wrecked.Stripped of my work clothes I feel as if a starfish in an ocean of granite (or whatever tiles are made of), reptilian minded delight. Here I lie, a cold sensation across my backside and the gentle singing of wind-chimes in my ears. The stress of the day is dissipating into the grout beneath me and I cannot help but think: maybe it’ll all be okay.
In the wake of walking homeward from this wretched workday I have retired myself to my kitchen floor, wrecked.Stripped of my work clothes I feel as if a starfish in an ocean of granite (or whatever tiles are made of), reptilian minded delight. Here I lie, a cold sensation across my backside and the gentle singing of wind-chimes in my ears. The stress of the day is dissipating into the grout beneath me and I cannot help but think: maybe it’ll all be okay.
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☕️Recently (i.e. within the last several weeks), I have found myself increasingly indulging in taking multiple coffees throughout my morning. This blooming habit marks a departure from the typical taking of a singular morning coffee, a ritual I have found myself engrossed within the maw of for years, what does this mean?
I suspect this departure is not just a departure from a familiar habit but an abandonment ritual propriety. Meaning, that the taking of my morning coffee has ceased to be a habit borne solely from the love of the ritual itself but rather (and more sinisterly) a habit borne from a genuine need of caffeination before I commence my day proper.
The why of this transition from love of ritual to need of substance can be chalked up to multiple factors. Unfortunately, none of these factors are all too interesting. And further, the point here is not one of why. My point is simply to remark what has already been stated, that I — like many — have become somebody who needs their morning coffee, I am dependent on the substance, a portion of own agency surrendered to this habit. The ritual propriety of the event has become of secondary importance to the substance itself. Agency sacrificed for pleasure or maybe for some grander feeling of productiveness. Not all too chuffed.
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