last call to sell my tori amos tickets…I have TWO PAIRS for chicago that I need to get rid of (both main floor), ONE pair for Cleveland (main seating section, NOT general admission!), and ONE SEAT in the orchestra pit for Detroit. all seats are on the right side of the seating arena, so you’ll see her face while she’s at the piano. except Cleveland, those are in the middle section so you should have a good view whether she’s at the piano or keyboards/organ. I’ll sell at face value at this point…just want my money back! Instant digital delivery for Detroit and Chicago, physical tickets at Cleveland that id have to meet up with you to give to ensure delivery since the show is so close (one week away! I’m so excited). message me here or email at email@example.com!!
fuck I just had like a religious experience dragging a box across the parking lot like idk the dragging sound and feeling the weight behind me and pulling I need time off
these things make me so uncomfortable every time i see one i think jessica tandy is going to become friends with it or it’s going to fall in love with robin williams
This reminds me of an 80’s punk song by the Ciclids, Do Dead People Tan?
“I dropped the television remote, and when I went to check under the bed I found her. It was like something out of a scary movie,” said Aaron Silver, the man staying in the room.… “I clean that room every day. I noticed a smell several times, and told my manager,” said Anita Rodriguez, a housekeeper at the motel. “He told me to just use extra Febreeze in the room and it would go away eventually. I always hated cleaning that room.” … “Funny thing is, the records also show literally almost 1,000 complaints from people who stayed in the room over the years. Everything from a bad smell to an ‘eerie feeling.’ Several people even asked to switch rooms in the middle of the night,” said Goldsmith. “The motel really should have checked out that room a little more closely.”
or, in my case, slide you into a brick chamber and set you on fire until I’ve decided that you’ve had enough, then put you into a giant food processor and grind you to dust.
My boss said something this morning that I can’t stop thinking about. She was visiting a hospital website, and there was a photo of the hospital at the top of the page. She looked at it, and said “wow it looks just like it!” And I can’t figure out what she meant by that. I have been thinking about it all day.
A few doodles from last semester.
Underneath the funeral home.