pickletricks

Or things you've done? My sister's 40th birthday is coming up and I want to surprise her with a prank, or so.ething unusual. I'm thinking of wrapping a gift 40 times, but I want to hear what me.orable birthdays you've been a part of.

Love the song structures and themes of ELO but I have listened to a lot of 70s rock. Looking for other artists that possibly still make music or are lesser known. Thankks!

Looking for that good thunder making thing, happy to take it off your hands.

I like talking to people even though most of the time (IRL) I find it very stressful. Looking to exchange suggestions for books/music/games/things that piques interest, hear about other peoples lives, and generally do something positive with my time. I've done some programming, photography, office work, delivery stuff, carpentry, and I'd be interested what you think I do now. I'm rocking the chronic back pain of a 30 something but the jokes of a 14 year old, still not super clear on when to use apostrophes', and have been thoroughly enjoying George Saunders writing lately. Also elden ring a bit too much.

I also love hypotheticals, and 'would you rather' questions. I play a bit of chess, bu

I think it is an art project. It's filmed on a sunny day. The guys body starts the movements and while he's doing them his feet sort of freeze in place but the rest of him keeps moving. His legs seem to stretch really long like noodles, the upper part of his body moves normally. Then the hips freeze, and so on. I think it's from several years ago.

Thanks!

but for my purposes.

The butter knife that is also the screw driver,

consigned to duty in times of need.

Gouging serrated eyes into the thick skin of a pumpkin by day,

spilling blood orange guts, seeing things it shouldn't have,

and tightening the medicine cabinet hinges by night,

rust like gun oil on its face.

The distant squeal of grinding metal,

Filling the air with screaming.

Only to fall between the oven and countertop.

Black Ops.

M. I. A.

Media sensation for a single news cycle,

not even a whole hour, then

forgot.

Found corpse-ified, desiccated, a decade later,

only because the TV got stuck on channel thirteen,

mid election season,

and the scope of the problem

caug

Let me tell you about the time I was dumped.

Saw it coming like a pedestrian jaywalking at night,

drunk on the feeling

driving with one hand on the steering wheel,

our heads bob together,

mine glows, hers dithers,

looking through a two way mirror to the tune of Bill Withers.

For an instant I see headlights in her face, then the bones snap and crunch,

chunks of coagulated bile and hair soaked blood

splattered on the bumper and wipers and street,

glittering tendon and tinsel on the yuletide tree.

Her brown eyes wide mouthing words I cant see,

searching for rescue,

shouting the most ridiculous things.

Please tell me that you'll be ok.

I had my eyes open but the pupils

were clou