There really no hay banda
I feel like my corpse is dying from the middle outward, so I'm not sure how long I can work tonight. Feels like there's a plague of cicadas that God fucked up and salvage his reputation by pouring them down a twisty straw into my ass.
I'm sorry if there's not a show. I fucking hate that. I cannot stand the abstract passage of time that isn't doing anything for anybody.
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I'd support your project if you posted once every 20 years, brother. Rest!
Like Metamorphosis except your brother loves you. And we do to. Take care of yourself Michael, the show can wait (yet must go on).
Unacceptable
The cicadas are so odd how they vary in volume. Rest up and feel better. I wish I could, so let me do it vicariously through you.
You know part of why that is? The cicada's body is like 90% not actual flesh or organs. It's almost entirely made of a head, wings, and a tymbal, the little bit of ridged exoskeleton they use to make noise, by contracting or expanding it – and then there's a sequence of different-sized reverb chambers, literally reverb chambers, that help determine how loud the little fucker is, whether it's Grown and Sexy or too high-pitched for mating, etc. So they start doing all those pulsed hideous noises as adults, basically as a way to say "ALERT ALERT WE MUST HAVE GOOD PUSSY"
Take care of yourself and don’t worry about taking the time you need!
Don't worry about us. Be easy on yourself.
Dont trip homie, just rest up as best you can ♥️
chill brother we all hope you feel better
Take it easy, brother
I’m between saying “obviously don’t do the show then lol” and “well, I do want to hear what that sounds like…”
It's okay Michael. Please don't work yourself too hard. Wishing the best for you
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Wishing you the best as always Michael, thanks for organizing the fundraising for our friends in Gaza too!