Swerve, Stray @swervestray@octodon.social
same as the bird on the birdsite
"I, Ozymandias, have made a thing!
Look on the thing I made… or not, whatevs."
(humble brags of the ancient and mighty)
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🎶 Vacuum cleaner head man
cleanin up the place
cross him you're a dead man
he'll eat you with his face 🎶
Wondering if there are any people around who work in community developement... how do 1k individual users turn into a community?
Happy about shares, interested in this. I think we all need some more cohesion on our lives^^
Thanks!
I had to get out of Candyland, fast. It was time to face my fear. I stood on the brink of the saltwater taffy slide and took a deep breath.
*Doing quality control on a tree*
Too many freakin branches, get this tree out of my face
*Doing quality control on an extremely good window*
Excuse me but where is it
*Doing quality control on my own hidden thoughts*
Wa-hoah there buster, these are all going to have to stay inside the thought-cage
*Doing quality control on this very too*
eh, send
Exploring a procedurally generated national park, Yogi Bear finds a picnic basket. As he draws near, it begins to tremble. Yogi, no! It's a Mimic!
Love Song
My hunger is to move you:
the thought of not touching,
jostling, derailing you,
is like the thought of taking
no meat, no bread, no beans,
until the day I die.
Though I would rather starve
than see you lose your way,
I long for you to swerve,
stray,
the way a falcon leans
on the changed will of the sky.
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#poetry
Harry Potter and The The
Harry Potter and the Quest to Take the Meme to the Next Level First
Parry Hotter and the Spoll of Scroonerisms
Harry Potter and the Problematic Fave
[The 3 pigs are holed up at Hogwarts]
Wolf: I'll huff and I'll puff and I'll rave and I'll claw your dumb ol' door down
I'm just here to make people [wonder whether they are supposed to] laugh
Anyway, follow me if you love jokes that do not have punch lines or make you laugh or actually qualify as jokes in any conceivable way tbh
I cut the rope. The bridge falls. I'm safe. Across the chasm, Grover hacks furiously at the air with his blade, blue fur flying everywhere.
Still sticky from my morning molasses bath, I fell into a heap of straw, and ever since then I keep getting dragged into internet arguments
"You call this art?" Nah, not me.
It's my heart farting ennui,
my soul's rotten spondee,
my rolling rock bottom-feeding hot piss comedy
The shovel struck wood. Blackbeard clawed the chest free. Out rose the supple form of Long John Silver singing
🎶 Happy birthday Mr Pirate 🎶
"Ah, you've noticed my special curtain on the wall. It's nothing, nothing behind that."
[you can faintly hear the chorus of "Shake it Off"]
