cerealjynx / Relations
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I was dejected. Rejected, I sat in a haze of weed smoke and desperation. She was gone and she was all I had ever known of home. Huddled in my makeshifty nest of bad breakup poetry and empty beer cans it occurred to me. I am trashed on love, che...
I'll just leave this here.
This one required a portion- NAY! All of my cunning.
A lady walks into my work place and insists that her particular computer problems are the direct result of a new microscopic fungal spore in the air. It has been causing her allergies to flare up and her computer to break. I told her that sounds a ...
The super defcon 1 lockdown secret rooftop of the set of a movie as it was being filmed. I have exactly 0 excuse for being above the set even when there isn't a movie being made. There were security patrols and the whole block was taped off. Ingre...
Roosevelt's Dark Night of the Soul It's a little choppy but there's a sad drunken teddy bear, so I think it works out.
Does repetition increase severity? Does one small violation if repeated, snowball into a greater crime? What is the line between a concert flyer or pleas for the return of your lost kitty, and street art? If something wears off in the rain or leaves...
This is the story of an ambitious newspaper. Unlike most of its kind, it wasn't content to be thrown away after its weekly rotation. Instead it metamorphosed into a bunny. Mr. Bunnypants kindly offered to turn green for the sake of tasking.
Sure, there's Naked Mail... but what about a Naked Mail Swap?? Everyone was assigned another player to secretly naked mail- here follows the aftermath: Ntan McNunofurbizwax: I received my naked mail. If I had to guess who sent it to me, I'd say...
For this task, I decided to copy Magritte's The Son of Man: Because blindfolded painting seems like an especially messy prospect, I used pastels. I arranged them by color around my sketchbook, so I'd have a better chance at accuracy. I thought tha...