I Have Arrived On The Clown Site. First Order Of Business: Indulge In Shenanigans.

me, opening the box labeled "chicken drumstick" to reveal 1 (one) chicken drumstick: I am about to be. Not Normal.

Thanks to @chronically-online-italian for the invite :)

I'm bringing paper hats, a virgin sacrifice, assorted cheeses, and ofc my esteemed comrades @moonstone-briar-chaos @swageroki @amphibiananarchy @wizardinternational @mudzsoup @arsonistsacidtrip7567 @intothedeathcrypt @bleedingteethart

would u like to have a picnic :3 i’ll cut fruit :3

yes!!! ill bring all the bread and baked goods !! ^_^

who else is coming ? :D

fighting gabriel rn with a cheeky ass grin on my face while we beat the shit out of each other

just dancing and twirling around him like a little ballerina while he tries to smite me off the face of the earth

I feel like you have Maybe reblogged this before but like

You core?

sounds like something my cousin jongle would do

❌INCORRECT❌ it's not your teeth you fucking liar

have you had your wisdom teeth removed and if so, what are your thoughts on making jewelry out of them?

Very interesting question. No, I have not, for I have not wise teeth, but foolish teeth that chatter and tell lies. Any jewelry made of them will surely be cursed.

Fml I'm in 3D design rn and we had someone come in today to look at everyone's pieces which I was absolutely DREADING because ig I don't feel like talking. Anyhoo she came up to me and asked "do you want to tell me what you're working on? ☺️" and my anxious ass said "no! 😇"

I didn't want to be rude at all bc she's nice but it just came out. I feel really bad about it even though I technically answered her question.

Why am I allowed out of the house?

PARTAKE IN THE WHAT

"I cant draw" then do it bad who gives a fuck.....

Just to let y'all know

the keebler elf is real & he fucks

Beseeching the Fool

the fool has been beseeched

The jellyfish, in theory, can live forever. When damaged or on the brink of starvation, it simply reverts back to a polyp. The medusae it releases are genetically identical to the adult and so it lives on.

And yet, despite this, the jellyfish dies. Either to predation or disease, it dies anyway. If you were a jellyfish and you saw your brother die—really die—would you understand? Would you grieve?

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence. You spend your days, endless or not, swimming in the dark. You are here, and that is all. You are a jellyfish, and that is enough. There is nothing else.

So if you saw your brother sink to the ocean floor, would you know he would never get up again?

Maybe.

If life and death mean nothing to the jellyfish, does the jellyfish even know it lives forever? Does it know how special it is? Or does it think itself mortal and perhaps insignificant? After all, it’s just a jellyfish.

We, like the jellyfish, will die. We will end as all things must. But we, like the jellyfish, have the capacity to live forever.

We have songs dating back thousands of years. We have stories of ancestors that we never got to meet. Even our faces are not our own, borrowed from someone else and made something new. We owe our existence to the people before us; we are the “medusae” they left behind. Dead men live as long as we have mouths to speak.

There is no life or death for the immortal jellyfish. There is only existence, and existence is no insignificant thing. Life cannot be wasted, only experienced, and therefore, changed.

So I guess my final question is this:

If you could live forever, would you know it?

I'm thinking about the immortal jellyfish.