On another note I had the weirdest dream last night. They made a vaccine for Justin biebers song ‘yummy’. Like there was a pandemic where no one could get rid of the song from their head.
So so strange. 😳
(I actually low key like the song though lol).
Does anyone else start laughing while reflecting on a stressful, overwhelming, or sad situation or thought?
Sometimes the laughter might be triggered by the irony of a particular sentimental musing, like when I think back on the trajectory of a particular failed relationship. But other times, it seems like the sheer enormity of an immense challenge at work, which internally freaks me out, causes me to let out a hearty chuckle.
After watching Joker, I felt a bit concerned that this might be a neurological condition. But I’m too scared to go down a WebMD rabbithole, so instead, I’m writing about it on the vast abyss of my anonymous blog.
don’t let him in
Random thought it was so cool to be able to turn into a laser and shot off into space or wherever. Random closed his eyes and used all his concentration to turn himself into a laser but nothing happened. After a few more attempts Random gave up.
Just then Random heard a voice in his head say, “Don’t go check on the lasagna.” That was really weird since Random wasn’t cooking anything at the moment, let alone lasagna. But now that he heard the voice say that Random looked around half expecting to see lasagna. Of course he didn’t, but he did see a knife and fork walking towards him with death in their eyes. Random didn’t want to hang around to see if the knife and fork intended him any harm so he threw down some logs in get in their way and ran in the opposite direction.
This was all fine and dandy until Random fell into a large hidden pit dug into the ground by the knife and fork. Random looked up to see the knife and fork smiling down at their dinner.
Cemetery in sands
Robert the doll is an allegedly haunted doll exhibited at the East Martello Museum. Robert was once owned by Key West, Florida painter and author, Robert Eugene Otto.
The doll originally belonged to Robert Eugene Otto, an artist described as “eccentric” who belonged to a prominent Key West family. The doll was reportedly manufactured by the Steiff Company of Germany, purchased by Otto’s grandfather while on a trip to Germany in 1904, and given to young Otto as a birthday gift. The doll’s sailor suit was likely an outfit that Otto wore as a child.
The doll remained stored in the Otto family home at 534 Eaton Street in Key West while Otto studied art in New York and Paris. Otto married Annette Parker in Paris on May 3, 1930. The couple returned to the Otto family home in Key West to live there until Otto died in 1974. His wife died two years later. After their deaths, the Eaton Street home containing the doll was sold to Myrtle Reuter, who owned it for 20 years until the property was sold to the current owners, who operate it as a guest house.
In 1994, the doll was donated to the East Martello Museum in Key West, Florida, where it eventually became a popular tourist attraction. It is annually rotated to the Old Post Office and Customhouse in October.
According to legend, the doll has supernatural abilities that allow it to move, change its facial expressions, and make giggling sounds. Some versions of the legend claim that a young girl of “Bahamian descent” gave Otto the doll as a gift or as “retaliation for a wrongdoing”. Other stories claim that the doll moved voodoo figurines around the room, and was “aware of what went on around him”. Still other legends claim that the doll “vanished” after Otto’s house changed ownership a number of times after his death, or that young Otto triggered the doll’s supernatural powers by blaming his childhood mishaps on the doll. According to local folklore, the doll has caused “car accidents, broken bones, job loss, divorce and a cornucopia of other misfortunes”, and museum visitors supposedly experience “post-visit misfortunes” for “failing to respect Robert”.
I made a little stargazing spot! <3
Skye and Merengue were talking about reading under the stars so I was inspired to make this last night :DD
I am not afraid. I see the vastness of the void around me and I wonder what lies beyond my sight, but I am not afraid. No matter the rustling of the grass around me or the faint growls, not even the crowds of glowing eyes surrounding me. I am not afraid.
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Random was lucky he was going too fast because if the Stapler was able to staple him to the ground, he would then have been eaten alive by the swarm of mosquitoes that manifested out of nowhere. Random bounced a few more times as he toppled down the dirt road before finally coming to a standstill.
Random jumped up and brushed himself off as best he could. Then the sun shinned in his eyes from a puddle that was on the ground next to a record player. The record player was spinning round and round and next to it was a purple cow tap dancing.
This all seemed strange to Random but not that strange at the same time. He had never seen a dancing cow before, so he stopped to watch it. That didn’t last very long because the cow morphed into a laser beam and shot off into the sky.
I want to see… Jeff Goldblum… in a worm on a string jacket…
I CAME WITHT HE I CAM EH AFUIHI I CAM
what the FUCK WHY DID IT TAKE ME THIS LONG TO REALIZE IM AN EXTROVERT?
Wanna move in? See ya.