I get it I get it everyone’s busy life HAPPENS. Well I looked STUPID. I was the only person there who didn’t have something NEGATIVE to say about Palestine and NONE OF YOU stood up to dance with me when I gave the signal.

  • SunforgedEnglish
    71·
    9 months ago

    Where was I?! Where were you!

    I thought it was a little odd that there wasn’t any music but the clock read 12:00 and I’ll be damned if I wasn’t going to let 1,114 days of choreography go to waste. People were staring at me but that’s just kind of expected when you do a flash dance, no biggie. But then the chorus came in right after that huge ass bass drop (you would have heard it if the music had been playing), when I was expecting the 20-30 people who were avoiding eye contact (gotta play the part) to jump in… only they didn’t, turns out they just don’t have good taste in expressional democracy! By the 5th chorus of shouting “Dark Brandon gonna get ya!” My voice was straining and I was really huffing after the leg kicks and it was sinking in that this was going to be a solo performance. That’s when I realized the fate of democracy was on my shoulders, it was up to me to ensure that our aging brain rotten puppet won not theirs! It wasn’t part of the the plan, but fuck the plan, I busted out jazz hands. It was at this point some facist in a visor and headset (the gamers really are lost to reactionaries aren’t they) told me to and I quote, “Please stop gyrating, it’s hard enough for people to keep down their food at Arby’s and I’ve had to mop the bathroom twice today already.” Whatever I was done anyway.

    Shit it was the Arby’s on 5th right?

  • InevitableSwing [none/use name]@hexbear.netEnglish
    4·
    9 months ago

    On the ice-blue line of insanity
    Is a place most never see
    It’s a hard-won place of mystery
    Touch it, but can’t hold it
    He worked all his life for this moment in time
    Come again or pass him by
    It’s a push-shove world, but there’s always a chance
    If the hunger stays the term

    There’s a cold kinetic heat
    Struggling, stretching for the think
    Never stopping with his head against the wind

    He’s a maniac, maniac at your door
    And he’s thinking like he’s never thought before