hollis (they/them) currently studying classics and archaeology.
my cat loves cuddles and belly scratches and will headbutt me until i give her attention, but also looks like she wants to kill me 24/7
i promise she is so nice and affectionate you can trust her she is not plotting your demise
my cat loves cuddles and belly scratches and will headbutt me until i give her attention, but also looks like she wants to kill me 24/7
i will never forget the time when i worked retail and i got harangued by a woman while restocking the baking department. it took several minutes of her berating us for being irresponsible and unsafe while pointing to something on the shelf before i realized she thought glycerin and nitroglycerin were the same thing.
JENNY USED TO LET ABSOLUTELY ANYBODY CRASH AT HER PLACE. IT WAS LIKE A YEAR-ROUND CHRISTMAS MIRACLE. IF YOU HAD ANY SECRETS, SHE DIDN’T WANT TO KNOW, AND THE ONES SHE HAD SHE KEPT TO HERSELF. THERE WAS A WALL HEATER DOWN AT ONE END OF THE HALLWAY AND A BIG, DARK LIVING ROOM AT THE OTHER. ONE ELECTRIC LAMP BY THE COUCH IF YOU NEEDED IT, ALL EXITS VISIBLE TO THE EYE FROM THERE. SOME OF THE PEOPLE WHO HAD NEED OF JENNY’S PLACE WERE ALL RIGHT AND SOME WEREN’T EVER GOING TO GET RIGHT, AND SHE’D ALREADY GOTTEN SEVERAL LETTERS FROM THE CITY ADVISING HER TO KEEP A LOWER PROFILE UNLESS SHE WANTED TROUBLE BUT THEN I ENTERED THE PICTURE. BAD LUCK. LIKE EVERYBODY ELSE WHO CAME THROUGH I WAS TRYING TO FIND A BETTER DIRECTION BUT IT DIDN’T WORK OUT THAT WAY. PRYING EYES SHOULD HAVE TENDED TO THEIR OWN BUSINESS. PEOPLE DON’T THINK TOWNS LIKE OURS CAN TURN INTO BATTLEGROUNDS BUT WE HAD A WAR HERE. THERE. I DON’T LIVE THERE ANY MORE EITHER. I LEFT WHEN JENNY LEFT. IT’S JUST A SPOT ON THE MAP NOW. WE RODE TOGETHER FOR A WHILE BUT THEN WE LOST EACH OTHER. SOMETIMES I THINK I HEAR FROM HER BUT OTHER TIMES I THINK I’M JUST DREAMING. NOBODY KNOWS WHERE ANYBODY LANDED. YOU DON’T KEEP IN TOUCH WHEN THE WAR DOESN’T GO YOUR WAY.
I am so normal about the new upcoming Mountain Goats album.
It’s never light outside yet when they climb into the van
Remember at your peril, forget the ones you can
oh god what the fuck is this new layout
Album art for the new Mountain Goat’s album: Jenny From Thebes
The art itself is Polynice’s shield from Seven Against Thebes
Last I will tell of the seventh champion, him at the seventh gate, your own brother, and of what fate he prays for and calls down on the city. His prayer is that after he mounts the battlements and is proclaimed king in the land, and shouts the paian in triumph over its capture, he may then meet you in combat, and once he kills you, that he may perish at your side, or, if you survive, make you pay with banishment in the same way as you dishonored him with exile. Mighty Polynices shouts such threats and invokes his native gods, the gods of his fatherland, to watch over his prayers in every way. He holds a shield, a perfect circle, newly-made, with a double symbol cleverly fastened on it: a woman modestly walking in the fore leads a man in arms made, it appears, of hammered gold. She claims to be Justice, as the lettering indicates, “I will bring this man back and he will have his city and move freely in his father’s halls.”
You smile at me in total defiance of all decency
You’ve got it down to a science, that innocent look
You’ve got it practiced real good
But I know you’d kill me if you could stand the sight of blood
When I was twelve years old, they put me on the throne
When I was twelve years old, they made me king
From the ocean south of here to the northern hemisphere
They gave me everything
Now I’m thirteen, and no one takes me seriously
Now I’m thirteen, and they’re trying to take away control
I don’t know how stupid you all think I am
But as sure as flowers grow along the western wall
Heads are gonna roll
The cave mouth shines
By pure force of will
I look down on the world
From the top of this lonesome hill
And you can run, and run some more
From here all the way to Singapore
But I will carry you home in my teeth
In the great hall you drink red wine
You chew meat off the bone
I beat down the new path to the castle
I come naked and alone
I laid my son on the bier, I burned the wreath
Fire overhead, water underneath
You can stand up or you can run
You and I both know what you’ve done
And I will carry you home
I will carry you home
I will carry you home in my teeth