Once upon the news-a-breaking, while I sat up, barely waking,
From an eve of poor sleep, and now hungover from the night before--
While I saw notifications, mourning the petrification,
Thinking of my past libations, nations pinged my home screen drawer.
"It's some beam from space," they broadcast, "Ryan Reynolds shot through core—
Only carbon, nothing more."
transit enthusiast x furry trash
- he/him
hey! i'm ben. im an ott that lives in the PNW that draws furries and pokemon, and talks about trains/transit way too much (i even work on trains!).
here you will find rambling, rechosts of memes, and the occasional art post. i don't really do NSFW stuff but i'm careful to flag anything that might be!
dont be a stranger. or do. i don't care. just bring fish 🦦
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in reply to @graham's post:
writing this on a lil note and pasting this in my Poe book as a secret extra paragraph to the poem
