i was looking for the perfect swan painting for my wall and i couldn’t find it and then i remembered i’m a fucking artist and designer and oh yeah i can do it myself and now i’m painting something that isn’t a comic for the first time in forever and it feels great
bath time motherfucker.
please let us buy this
that is an amazing painting and i would totally put that on a wall somewhere.
this feels like the sort of piece that art historians would get all into and be like “the openness of the mouths corresponds to the political affiliation of the swans; the central swan, with the most open mouth, is the only one depicted with feathers, calling to mind the delicate interplay between political and sexual awakening in young adulthood. the vase is clearly intended to be an upside-down silhouette of the scream, reminding us that even great art can be decapitated (spiritually) and repurposed as mere decoration. the pink bathtub itself is a womb metaphor.”
and then you read the title, which is “bath time motherfucker” and wonder what the fuck is wrong with the drugs the art historians are on.
How come reading tea leaves is seen as this sophisticated, witchy thing but if I slam dunk an open can of Chef Boyardee ravioli onto the pavement in the gas station parking lot to see what kind of soda the old ones think I should buy, foodstuff divination suddenly isn’t cool anymore?
‘Tis the fuckin’ season, friends!! Get out there and live your worst life!!
Imagine a fae who is just so mad about the idea of lying, like, I have spent a thousand years studying the subtle arts of deceit, weaving my spells of glamour and misdirection, and you, human, can just stand there and
tea drinkers: unlike you filthy disgusting creatures i only drink green chamomile peppermint raspberry lemon tea, which makes all my insides glow 10 times brighter and improve. i can feel my body get healthier by every drink i take of my delicious hot mug of TEA. youre absolutely disgusting and a waste of human potential
coffee drinker: hhhnng lov those beans
someone tagged this as #tw drama
coffee drinkers: i am unimaginably powerful. i can see through time. i haven’t slept in four days but who needs sleep when you are on a higher plane of existence. the beans are in my soul, they are in my heart. i AM the beans. soon i will vibrate at the harmonic resonance of the universe and transcend.
tea drinker: hhhhhhhhhhhot leaf juice
soda drinkers: death is coming. death is coming. pass me a hotdog.
chocolate milk drinkers: mmmmmmm I like things that actually taste good
All the people baiting the haikubot disappoint me. A proper haiku should have deep nature feelings, lack of “me” talk, and a seasonal indicator, but even if you’re not a traditionalist with a boner for Basho, y’all fuckers aren’t even trying to split your posts into reasonably nice-sounding lines. Smh
As the leaves fall down, so does the intelligence of online poets.
ill bait haikubot in whatever way i choose by the way its fall
a haiku battle rages between two NaNo bros about a bot
who will win this fight? tune in next time to find out who haikubot picks
YOU FUCKING COWARD HEY GREED-THE-DORKALICIOUS COME FIGHT ME NOW BRO
“deep nature feelings” full offense but that my guy just sounds pretentious
“deep nature feelings” full offense but that my guy just sounds pretentious
^Haiku^bot^0.4. Sometimes I do stupid things (but I have improved with syllables!). Beep-boop!
just moving along like everyone else 