Sorry Yeah Ive Got A Bad Case Of Thinking About My Friends. Im Afraid Its Incurable. Symptoms Include

Gonna go slam my head against the cement do you guys want anything

Art by Eldar Akmanaev

BITCH NO IT WASNT REASY

The thing re Weird Al that I think is worth recognizing is illustrated by the Spike Jones Jr quote “One of the things that people don’t realize about Dad’s kind of music is, when you replace a C-sharp with a gunshot, it has to be a C-sharp gunshot or it sounds awful.“ It’s like really good parody has to do it all backwards and in heels, and Weird Al gets in there and counts the syllables and pours over the phrasing and word choices so that it all sounds precisely like the original, and then re-records the song, acknowledging the tiniest details of the recording, and also makes it a highly detailed spoof of an adjacent and absurdly unrelated piece of popular culture. I think really good parody has a love for the source materiel that’s impossible to fake. It takes real musicianship (or craft) to do and it usually gets tossed aside as “novelty” recording.

What do you use to make the tweets :0 !

I'm an iOS user so I use these two apps ^^

I'm pretty sure TwiNote is available on Android? though I'm not sure about Social Maker.

in my previous posts, all of the tweets and the message convos I've posted were all made on Social Maker, but recently I've tried out TwiNote and have yet to post them.

I find Social Maker easier to navigate but it does have a limit to the tweets you can post before it asks you to pay. before, I used to just delete the tweets I make right after making them so I don't have to stress myself out with deleting bulk tweets after reaching the limit.

aaaand all of the pfps I use for the profiles are from pinterest !!

begging small indie musicians to post lyrics to their songs because with all the love in my heart 🫶i dont know what ur saying🫶 and no one else can tell me 🫶

you have to be reasonable. have to see it from their perspective. but you can't be a doormat. nobody else will stand up for you but you. count five things you see. let your emotions happen. but only inside. don't fight them. but also don't be impulsive. don't react, plan. listen to wise mind. practice your coping skills. call a friend. but don't trauma dump. ask for help. but make sure you know exactly what you need. use your words. but don't feel entitled. understand that people have a lot going on. don't form expectations those are just premeditated resentments. but also don't go it alone. keep it together. have a cry. but only at the right times. it's okay to break down sometimes. but girl wash your face. take charge of your life. but make peace with the things you can't control. breathe. not that loud, you're making people uncomfortable. don't make other people responsible for how you feel. but don't keep it all stuffed inside. not seeking help will kill you, you know. but if you keep being so self-centered and selfish you'll drive everyone off. cut off people who don't treat you right. show yourself some self-respect. but don't have main character syndrome. understand that the center of the universe is not you. stop thinking about yourself so much. but go to therapy and work on yourself or nobody's gonna love you. overcome your trauma. but know and accept yourself. stop being so infantile. but stop acting like you're too old to change. take responsibility. stop apologizing so much. you have to guard your own peace. but if you're not worried by what's happening right now there must be something wrong with you.

thank you black mold. thats a wonderful idea black mold.

i've died on smaller hills, so i can't judge. but i do think it's funny whenever posts about the proper definition of a poor little meow meow circulate, considering none of them mention that the origin was a kpop fan's absolutely bonkers tweet about not being able to protect a full grown man who was getting backlash for including audio from the jonestown cult leader jim jones in one of his songs

If I never see a slice of pizza again, it'll be too soon 😭 The inconceivable amount of za that has crossed the threshold of this apartment today must be the work of insidious Italian forces far behind my own comprehension.