Bunny champion’s gold medal run
a new zine called shitty horoscopes that i’ll be premiering this year at the Toronto Queer Zine Fair, among other things! hopefully i’ll make volumes available for online purchase soon. credit where credit is due: this was inspired by the huge number of made-up horoscopes floating around tumblr lately, and angry-poems.
yup, the Libra one is pretty accurate
she just stood there doing this little dance until we got up
GUYS WALK AROUND WTH NO SHIRTS ON LITERALLY ALL THE TIME THEY DONT GET THROWN IN FUCKING JAIL. THERE HAS NEVER BEEN A CASE OF A DUDE GOING TO JAIL BECAUSE HE DIDNT HAVE A SHIRT ON. BUT IF A GIRL SHOWS HER BREASTS SHE COULD BE PUT IN JAIL BECAUSE IT IS ILLEGAL. AND GETTING WHAT I WANT? IF I SHOWED MY BOOBS IN PUBLIC I WOULD GET SEXUALLY HARASSED AND PROBABLY ASSAULTED. TRUST ME THATS NOT WHAT I WANT.
My anaconda don’t wanna go to class tomorrow
So I was at my friends house and she opens her freezer and This WAS THERE. AND I WAS DYING AND SHE LOOKS AT ME AND GOES “ah yes, this is Henry, the freezer skull” and I can’t…
ay yo got any freezy pops in dis bitch
Schrödinger opens the box and nothing changes.
The cat lacks vital signs (no heartbeat, no breathing, no brain function): the cat is dead.
The cat exhibits continued animation (blinking, walking, nudging his hand with its little head): the cat is alive.
Schrödinger is afraid.
That has not changed, either.