NakariLexfortaine

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[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 11 points 7 hours ago (3 children)

There's a ketamine treatment clinic nearish my area. They do low, controlled doses of ket to help treat depression.

They had a billboard for awhile. The main thing you could see driving by was "DEPRESSED? TRY KETAMINE!" with the clinic name in small text down below. My first thought was "Well, fuck, yeah, can't be depressed if you're deep in the k-hole."

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 35 points 3 days ago

"You watch as the body falls, knocking against the cabin. It gets caught, drawn underneath the wheels. You feel the subtle shifts, barely noticeable, as the trolley careens through the sudden obstacle. It's a sudden, unexpected thrill. One you must experience again...."

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 3 days ago

But that rug really pulled the room together.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 4 points 3 days ago

The length is what turns a Furby from just a creepy fuzzy gremlin into your own personalized Eldritch abomination.

So while the total length doesn't matter, the fact that it is a Long Furby over a standard Furby does.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 5 points 4 days ago (1 children)

They all do. One is so bad, she gets up on my shoulders and keeps pressing until I kiss her on the cheek. If she's in a real love mood, she'll lay there rolling until I kiss and nuzzle her whole face.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 15 points 4 days ago

Because it takes giving an actual shit to take action beyond a glorified photoshoot.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 28 points 4 days ago (3 children)

Well, your Grindr date might at least use lube.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 2 points 4 days ago

Certain kinds of beans, especially when baked. It's purely a texture thing, I cannot stand the feel when I bite into a bean.

Been trying all my life, have never been able to get over it. I can eat green beans, peas, edamame, no problems.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 15 points 4 days ago (4 children)

The Orange Cream Coke is pretty good.

But if it comes down to that or Cherry-Vanilla, the orange gets the noose. I'm a slut for cherry-vanilla.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 6 points 4 days ago (1 children)

That sounds like a Metal Gear plot with the copyright pulled off.

Not calling it a bad thing, just funny to read it broken down like that.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 9 points 4 days ago

He's sad, for he knows his fate.

[–] NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee 19 points 5 days ago (3 children)

I'd be offended if you didn't. They love that shit.

 

Got my second "subtle flag" pin in! So happy, so fucking cute!

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submitted 1 year ago* (last edited 1 year ago) by NakariLexfortaine@lemm.ee to c/poetry@lemmy.world
 

There once was a house,

In which you were allowed to play.

To rest,

To lay,

To love,

You were forever welcomed within its halls.

There was a house,

And there were many locked doors,

But you were okay,

Helping the owner open them.

There was a house,

And behind one of those doors,

Was found a rose,

Wilting,

Dying,

Under a glass dome.

There was a house,

And the owner wanted to renovate

Not much to the outside,

But the rooms they had found,

They had so much more.

There was a house,

And when you came,

It was with fear,

For you did not see

What the house wanted to be.

You tried to not let it show,

To buy materials to help

To give advice where you could,

But could not hide the quiet.

There was a house,

But you began going to others,

And when you came,

You told the house how lovely they were.

You spoke of their wallpaper, their carpets, of how everything works so well.

As you stood on everything new,

Using the old words for me.

There was a house,

Now it is less

A strewn mass of rubble,

That you skip happily down.

Running your hands down faded walls,

You pay lip service,

As you pass the rose,

part of the centerpiece of what this house was to be.

You never see the roots,

As they climb down the table,

Wrap around all around them,

Pull everything tighter,

Together.

You complain as you prick your finger,

Dancing down the thorns,

How dare this house hurt you?

There was a house,

And the echoes still ring down the halls,

Of the name you call.

Those echoes fill every room,

Surround all that you claim to hold dear,

Because you can’t see,

That Rose is also here.

There was a house,

But there is a garden now.

I wish you could see it,

To call it beautiful,

To lay among the flowers,

To call their petals soft.

There is a garden,

But that does not mean the house has gone away.

 

Came across these three Bandai Quick model kits while out and about. They looked adorable, so they came home and got built.

Honestly great for beginners/kids! Pieces pop out of the frame easily, they're fairly easy to click together, and decently solid for snap-togethers. You can at least pick them up without everything falling apart, though Mew is finicky about staying upright in its stand. Young kids would probably need help with the stickers, and maybe with getting the eye pieces slotted into place.

Going to keep my eyes out for the rest of the line, now.

 
 

My wife surprised me with the two-piece Mothman and the NB placard she found at an event as an early birthday present! She got me the trans heart last year.

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