A puffy sticker featuring a charater proclaiming themselves as "The Mad Muncher", a pink humanoid wearing a large orange cookie jar, with yellow eyes peering from the the slightly lifted lid. They have black boots and orange gloves, and are holding a Hydrox cookie in their right hand.
Below them are the logos for Sunshine and Hydrox.
This sticker was supposedly released in 1986, possibly related to the release of Hydrox Doubles which came out the same year.
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Jeff Buckley's poem, “New Year's Eve Prayer,” performed at Sin-é, Manhattan, NYC, 1994.
You, my love, are allowed to forget about the Christmas you just spent
stressed out in your parents' house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed the weight
of all the years before,
like bad disco clothes.
Save them for a night of dancing stoned with your lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown,
every night,
in bottomless, wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock your youth
and your most terrifying magic;
and dreaming is for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
and sing me idiot love songs
if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot
and to die
and to live again,
more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television,
choke its thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill the motherfucker!
Before the song of zombified pain
and panic
and malaise
and it's narrow right-winged vision
and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world,
turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses
to those around you
and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance
full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked
like a lovers' blanket,
in the New York summertime,
with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman, disobey,
when little men believe.
You, my love, are Rebellion.
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i know this isnt what i usually post, "shut up fat kink blog" i dont fucking care sit the hell down and listen.
You're aware of the Huion New Year AIGI Tweet, right?
LEST WE FORGET, back in november last year:
If you want to buy a Wacom, Huion or Gaumon device, I'd recommend either looking into an alternative or buying secondhand/refurbished from 3rd party sellers on Ebay or something. Avoid Amazon for all the obvious reasons.
This is fucking disgusting. This is embarrassing. This is unacceptable.
most importantly,
They won't stop.
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beware spoilers for end of belobog story
Sampo sweetie, what do you MEAN by this? What kind of suspicious character actually are you?
Jokes on hoyoverse I'm in too deep and I will adore him in any fashion anyway. Is he part of the masked fool faction? Why is he addressing the player directly???
Actually, concerning leaked content, if Dan Heng gets a 5* form, can we have one for Sampo too please? Hoyo I am not above begging.
Bonus mlem:
Look at this sly motherfucker >_>
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having Thoughts about d/Deaf culture on Gallifrey...thinking about any disability on Gallifrey is interesting but deafness specifically has been spinning around in my brain solely because Time Lords are a mostly telepathic species? so theres the possibility of communication for d/Deaf Time Lords being mainly telepathic. also, going by the somewhat accepted headcanons that Gallifreyan is a) tonal and b) deals with space and time differently, what would a signed Gallifreyan language look like? i'd imagine it'd be closer to CSL then ASL or BSL in that it would make greater use of distance/location of signs but. much to think about...
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