12:33 AM EDT March 14, 2023:
Protomartyr - "Free Supper"
From the album No Passion All Technique
(October 8, 2012)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Reissued debuts
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Singing For Supper // OPEN
Scott was starving. Downright ravenous. Trouble was he only had about £5 left in his pocket that needed to last until he got his first paycheck from Ruff 2 Fluff. What was a hungry boy to do? He chose a Chippamunka booth at random and sidled on in next to the unsuspecting victim person already sitting there.
"Hey there. Eating all by yourself there, stranger?"
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@solarchaotica UwU for you! Just some Milo & Dáithí. Nothing weird going on here at all ʘ‿ʘ nope. Just a bro making another bro some old fashioned tea in a large mug. Chill times all around.
Open for better quality
Alts under cut
⬇️ Meme I based it on (ノ◕ヮ◕)ノ*.✧
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Another game I played from itch, but is also free on steam.
A horror adventure about a little old lady getting her revenge through food (think sweeney todd with supernatural elements and pirates).
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Plentitudes of Always
They'll ask how
You start again,
You start again.
Every
Day is a daymare.
Alternating, waywheres.
Pull the doug out from under.
Pull the doug is just another, just
Another taker, grifter, hustler.
I ain't take shit from the alive.
I survive on their lack of alives.
Sausage in the pan,
I'm your man. Some hell on what's left,
Give me a little, a little more, that's
My depth. I'll feed you, girl and co.
Friends, eat, mightily and mm.
You get this donair on the corner of
Jasper and 110. Pickled turnips, real
Beef seasoned too well. Lil sauce, I mean
An amount worth believing in. God,
That's my jam. That's my girlfriend getting down
Again. I tell her when she eats it gets me
Hard. Inside, I'm like you, wanting, craving, really.
Think about pickles, bbq pork sliders, slawed
Of onion. The amount of love that goes into tears.
My ritual of olive to pan to heat to begin again,
Clean palette, clean fat, cleanly showered, clean.
See the way these wipes away my soul's okay.
Wipe away the tears after a serving. She's in love
And I'm returning. You put simple gyozas in a brew.
Seasoned your best, little sesame oil goes forever
Brothed, greens chopped and scattered. Simple kiss
Of the above. Gratitudes endeared. She don't eat
Much. Said she likes it. Said she really, well, she
Went for another bowl. I peppered it with greens.
Illusory is us, underfed, underlying
In underloves. Keep on scrolling. Met your match.
That god on the corner street, your passion
Meets its bodega cigarette, cheap. Taste this
Union of all that's left, Bourdain on the breath. Heat.
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Wanna know how my day’s going? No you don’t, but I’m gonna tell you anyways
Woke up early to go help the creepy hostel owner I’m staying at with said hostel (unpaid) to earn my keep
A cute British boy with black hair and blue eyes is checking out. I’m chatting him up and creepy guy notices and drags the guy away to offer him something pointless and then when the cute guy gets back to keep talking to me creepy hostel owner sends me off to work so I can’t chat with him
I call up the guy supposedly selling me a car I want which will allow me to get out of here, only to find out his friend sold it to someone else for him
I’m angry and hungry at this point so decide to put the last of my favourite casserole in the oven (I’m all out of money so have to make food last)
It’s ready so I take it out of said oven and drop the whole entire thing all over the floor I just mopped
Soooo, yeah, starting to understand that Bad Day song really well
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gonna have spaghetti and the last loaf of homemade bread for dinner and i can’t get anything done bc i am busy daydreaming about bread
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