Pinkabrinka

my random gathering of shiny objects

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Self-portrait as a half-drowned rat. 
Because when the thunderstorm that’s been brewing all day finally hits while you’re at the Thai place, and all the umbrella tables, planters, fencing, and chairs flying, you go out and help drag everything back and out of the way.

Self-portrait as a half-drowned rat.
Because when the thunderstorm that’s been brewing all day finally hits while you’re at the Thai place, and all the umbrella tables, planters, fencing, and chairs flying, you go out and help drag everything back and out of the way.

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If you brag about being a Christian in one Facebook post and scream about all the “#%^€>#! illegal children” coming to the US in the next, I will judge your “Christianity” to be merely a facade and further suggest that you seriously ponder the implications of Matthew 25:31-46. As I read it, throwing a few Hobby Lobby crosses up on your living room wall and “liking” posts with pictures of white Jesus are not viable substitutes.

And, by the way, that sheep and goats thing is not about a race war. What the ever-loving fuck is wrong with you?!?!

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And in the odd dream to end odd dreams, right before I woke up Vincent Price was reciting the lyrics to Blurred Lines à la his Thriller monologue.