#let's hear it for the FATHERfuckers of the world today

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In the spirit of a late father's day: Nikodemus is dilf4dilf. All you hard working present dads out there going through the taxing, nerve-wracking journey of child rearing, he'll gladly volunteer to relieve that stress 💕

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austin’s new blog #post2

i found the following content in the library’s trash can (some bits here and there were intelligible, so i tried my best to reimagine and capture the soul of the artist -who shall remain anonymous- to then let it out there):

dear mom and dad,

happy fucking wholidays

if you read this, know that you made yet another bad decision

-but it’s ok, guys, i’ve come to realize that we all make them and then leave them out in the world-

wait, what was that?

why? you asked, why a bad decision?

hmm

okay, so don’t panic, but i’m pretty sure this graph paper you’re holding reeks of 8 years of bad luck

-hey, the simple fact that i’m writing this thinking you could read it, makes it plausible for you to believe in that-

but, really, can’t you smell it?

no, wait, that’s ann-margret’s mom famous turkey!

oh, how lit and dope

ha ha ha ho ho ho

i don’t know ann

i mean, i know her as well as i know you

but, hey, at least she’s here

in the library

talking to her bestie

-and she’s been doing so for the past 20 frickin’ minutes-

i can see them

and hear them

they won’t shut the fuck up

but it’s ok, ha ha, what jolly times these are to celebrate and ignore flaws and laws!

-except if the person talking had been yo boy here; i would have already been kicked out by our most caring and joyful and wonderful sylvia -

hey, but i’m in a good mood today

seriously

word

and i think this helps

writing this

even when i can’t understand a single word of anything that i just wrote

i’m giving you a piece of my mind on this piece of paper

shitty piece of paper, i know, but it was all i got and, plus, i thought you didn’t deserve any better

maybe not, i don’t know, truth is i asked ann, she gave it to me

from her pink notebook

maybe that’s why i’ve not been inclined to tell her to shut her mouth

she was kind

and she is also the product of her colorful circumstances

i might be wrong

but i’ve been told that i’m entitled to have an opinion

and anger issues

i’ve also been told that i can’t just stay there

look, see the picture i’m sending along?

yes, ignore the fact that it looks like something that someone ripped from a library’s book

look at it

what do you see?

you’re entitled to have your own opinion

i myself think it’s silly and beautiful and meaningless and that it resonates

christmas in the desert

that’s my title for it

or fur your sun

pretty rad landscape, don’t you think?

there’s no one, and pretty much nothing there

-just a rabbit, a painted rabbit, a black rabbit, or the shadow of a rabbit-

it already feels... empty, and yet right

a world full of possibilities

for greatness and nothingness

it’s what i’ve known all my life, really

sand and snow

now i know that nothing really grows under those conditions

and that’s... that’s it, really

i wasn’t pushed in the right direction

and i wasn’t given any practical tools

but i’ve got legs that move and keep looking for my way

a way

and, fyi, this was not meant to be a way to reach out to you guys

-don’t get excited, or scared, fatherfuckers-

not entirely

in order to keep moving

i need to let go of all the things that i think you both represent

i’m entitled to have an opinion, like i said

and i’m entitled to be wrong

it hasn’t been until i’ve fully understood that

that i’ve come to realize that you have that right too

it’s not easy for anyone

this being alive thing

but some have it harder than others

and i’m done blaming others, and you -mainly you- without many times realizing it

i’m taking responsibility for my actions

i’m trying

the facts are that i can’t control shit of what have already happened or of what will happen to me

i can face me

and then face you

and then keep moving

i don’t know

i might be wrong

Published on YABORCOTI (Your Awful But Okay Really Corner On The Internet) by okyle90

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connectedd#01

i found the following content in the library’s trash can (some bits here and there were intelligible, so i tried my best to reimagine and capture the soul of the artist -who shall remain anonymous- to then let it out there):

dear mom and dad,

happy fucking wholidays

if you read this, know that you made yet another bad decision

-but it’s ok, guys, i’ve come to realize that we all make them and then leave them out in the world-

wait, what was that?

why? you asked, why a bad decision?

hmm

okay, so don’t panic, but i’m pretty sure this graph paper you’re holding reeks of 8 years of bad luck

-hey, the simple fact that i’m writing this thinking you could read it, makes it plausible for you to believe in that-

but, really, can’t you smell it?

no, wait, that’s ann-margret’s mom famous turkey!

oh, how lit and dope

ha ha ha ho ho ho

i don’t know ann

i mean, i know her as well as i know you

but, hey, at least she’s here

in the library

talking to her bestie

-and she’s been doing so for the past 20 frickin’ minutes-

i can see them

and hear them

they won’t shut the fuck up

but it’s ok, ha ha, what jolly times these are to celebrate and ignore flaws and laws!

-except if the person talking had been yo boy here; i would have already been kicked out by our most caring and joyful and wonderful sylvia -

hey, but i’m in a good mood today

seriously

word

and i think this helps

writing this

even when i can’t understand a single word of anything that i just wrote

i’m giving you a piece of my mind on this piece of paper

shitty piece of paper, i know, but it was all i got and, plus, i thought you didn’t deserve any better

maybe not, i don’t know, truth is i asked ann, she gave it to me

from her pink notebook

maybe that’s why i’ve not been inclined to tell her to shut her mouth

she was kind

and she is also the product of her colorful circumstances 

i might be wrong

but i’ve been told that i’m entitled to have an opinion

and anger issues

i’ve also been told that i can’t just stay there

look, see the picture i’m sending along?

yes, ignore the fact that it looks like something that someone ripped from a library’s book

look at it

what do you see?

you’re entitled to have your own opinion

i myself think it’s silly and beautiful and meaningless and that it resonates

christmas in the desert

that’s my title for it

or fur your sun

pretty rad landscape, don’t you think?

there’s no one, and pretty much nothing there

-just a rabbit, a painted rabbit, a black rabbit, or the shadow of a rabbit-

it already feels... empty, and yet right

a world full of possibilities

for greatness and nothingness

it’s what i’ve known all my life, really

sand and snow

now i know that nothing really grows under those conditions

and that’s... that’s it, really

i wasn’t pushed in the right direction

and i wasn’t given any practical tools

but i’ve got legs that move and keep looking for my way

a way

and, fyi, this was not meant to be a way to reach out to you guys

-don’t get excited, or scared, fatherfuckers-

not entirely

in order to keep moving

i need to let go of all the things that i think you both represent

i’m entitled to have an opinion, like i said

and i’m entitled to be wrong

it hasn’t been until i’ve fully understood that

that i’ve come to realize that you have that right too

it’s not easy for anyone

this being alive thing

but some have it harder than others

and i’m done blaming others, and you -mainly you- without many times realizing it

i’m taking responsibility for my actions

i’m trying

the facts are that i can’t control shit of what have already happened or of what will happen to me

i can face me

and then face you

and then keep moving

i don’t know

i might be wrong

Published on YABORCOTI (Your Awful But Okay Really Corner On The Internet) by okyle90