anna the girl in the corner...
I'm a little confused by that song honestly, a) I can't tell the gender identify of any of them 100% it's like, the person singling can sing real LOW and HIGH and well also shriek like a child the costumes aren't helping any either. I can't put the lyrics together but man I'm fried by now.
Thank you all for the um pictures of goats and like stuff. Now that I discuss the true depth of my "Beautiful Trauma" (if you are not careful that's a Pink song and it's one you really can't...) No one I have ever played it for will let me get very far, lemme put it that way.
Oh right, Pink another thing in this world that like, I find super sucks. I bet someone's going to splice Pink and goats mating or something terrible.
My brother (back in his MORE feckless days, I mean he is still feckless only less so) decided to do some sort of written, sung, weird cartoonish version of Faust (Goethe) and I HATED Faust so much and my brother decided Faust would be, of course, a GOAT, and I decided to say nothing because like it was all like, modernized and weird and I had to look at some PRETTY AWFUL (because my brother's a good artist actually) pictures, saying as little as possible because I ALSO (unlike my brother apparently who DEVOURED Faust whole in HS) could not bear to read a single word and I cliffnoated up something IIRC and I was considered a "good student and a charming youth from a good family" so I got by on THAT, also I mean it's FAUST what the HELL more you gonna say about it? It makes NO
sense, translated or not.
But I finally had to confess to my brother that I did not know even the PLOT of Faust,, let alone the intricacies he was discussing, and this was several months in but he was in all these weird states, I was worried about him. I get that's an excuse.... Even the authentic me, let alone the therapist me should have said, "Little brother, I cannot FORCE you to get a life, but I don't want to see your goat worship pics again although they are really good. It's just you know, German things, automobiles, Operas, Hitler, Faust, it's all the same to me."
Anyway my brother was like incredulous that I passed HS I could tell. I explained to him that almost ALL my high school was spent half-derriering things I did not enjoy or want to do in favor of more enjoyable pursuits. He was like, "Wow, sounds like you had a better approach than me." I was like, "Oh, IDK my penance now is I HELP people figure out their PROBLEMS and you are drawing pictures of Satan and the parent is so worried about your depression, she gave you the endless credit card, your VERY own copy and like, well, you should have SEEN what happened when I put a few things on it during my manic episode. She made ME give you MY violin even though it was worth 10 or more times what I spent. So maybe you are the winner for now."
I love my little brother I would neither maim him nor kill him. I think I talk to enthusiastically for him though. Or whatever. IDK.
I just want you all to know that each and everyone of you are deeply beloved by my inner queen on this
thread. She grants you one wish, of your choosing, whatever it is, she doesn't even need to know if it's grosser than that cat tattoo! Poof|! She doesn't even want to know what revolting thing it is-- you can have it. Wishes granted.
Unless you want me to take a picture next to a goat. I can't.
Anna