A Non-exhaustive List Of Butch Literature

Barn Owl by Gwen Harwood

Daybreak: the household slept.

I rose, blessed by the sun.

A horny fiend, I crept

out with my father's gun.

Let him dream of a child

obedient, angel-mind-

old no-sayer, robbed of power

by sleep. I knew my prize

who swooped home at this hour

with day-light riddled eyes

to his place on a high beam

in our old stables, to dream

light's useless time away.

I stood, holding my breath,

in urine-scented hay,

master of life and death,

a wisp-haired judge whose law

would punish beak and claw.

My first shot struck. He swayed,

ruined, beating his only

wing, as I watched, afraid

by the fallen gun, a lonely

child who believed death clean

and final, not this obscene

bundle of stuff that dropped,

and dribbled through the loose straw

tangling in bowels, and hopped

blindly closer. I saw

those eyes that did not see

mirror my cruelty

while the wrecked thing that could

not bear the light nor hide

hobbled in its own blood.

My father reached my side,

gave me the fallen gun.

'End what you have begun.'

I fired. The blank eyes shone

once into mine, and slept.

I leaned my head upon

my father's arm, and wept,

owl blind in early sun

for what I had begun.

I have two schools of thought for the three meals of the day and their labelling.

1 - the specific time of consumption ie morning, noon, and night, corresponds with the label. Eat random food in the morning period? That’s breakfast. Eat random food at night? That’s dinner. Etc.

2 - the order of consumption is the indicator for the label. The first food eaten of the day is breakfast, the second lunch, the third dinner, and the cycle repeats come midnight.

Which do you prescribe to? Or do you have a different thought?

The smile!!!!!!

My giant chiropractor wife

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Speaking of double vision, here’s my collection of vintage “seeing double” imagery.

We’re getting so close to a weed helmet!!!

are you mad at me: deconstructive, assumes the other person’s feelings, accusatory more than inquisitive

do you want me to kill myself: broaches a problem and solution in one, prioritizes action over feelings, proactive in seeking a resolution

Не бесите его он и так бешеный

the courier in FNV is so fucking funny if you’re just good at tanking damage and dogshit at dodging attacks because they get shot two (twice) times, get revived, and suddenly they can start sleeping off gunshot wounds to the head, dynamite to the legs, and having their torso littered with laser rifle holes. like can you imagine being benny and knowing that the dude who stepped on three direct landmines and didnt break a sweat is after your ass. terrifying.