These are some comic drawing requests I did over at my Instagram the other day! Thank you all, it’s a very fun challenge to try to mix cats and prompts into a little comic strip
A Haiku:
📲 💡
🖼️ 🆔 📖 🗣️
🖥️ 📜
[Image Description: Three lines of Emoji, that can be read as:
Icon Idea
Image ID Read Aloud
Online Poetry
End Image Description]Reminds me of an old internet poem:
< > ! * ’ ’ #
^ “ ` $ $ -
! * = @ $ _
% * < > ~ # 4
& [ ] . . /
| { , , SYSTEM HALTED
The poem can only be appreciated by reading it aloud, as such:
Waka waka bang splat tick tick hash,
Caret quote back-tick dollar dollar dash,
Bang splat equal at dollar under-score,
Percent splat waka waka tilde number four,
Ampersand bracket bracket dot dot slash,
Vertical-bar curly-bracket comma comma CRASH
OH I GOT ONE AS WELL
Behold, the math limerick:
((12+144+20+3*sqrt[4])/7)+5*11=9²+0
A dozen, a gross, and a score,
plus three times the square root of four,
divided by seven,
plus five times eleven
is nine squared and not a bit more
Only vaguely related but my uncle showed me this one when I was a kid to keep me busy:
He wouldn’t tell me what it meant for fucking ages
It helps if you read it with a cockney accent. It reads:
‘em are spiders’ em are
See 'em beady eyes
'em are spiders’ em are
Okay, this one isn’t symbolic, but…
CIVILI DEREGO FIFTIBUS INERODEMIS NOBUS DEMIS TRUX
The intended reading:
See, Villi, dere `ey go. Fifty bus in a row.
Dem is no bus, dem is trucks.
My dad got in trouble with a Nun in school for that one!
But seriously, when we got our property, it was all just…grass. A sterile grass moonscape, like a billion other yards. With two big old maple trees. Just grass and maples, that was it.
But then I got my grubby little paws on it, and I immediately stopped fertilizing, spraying, and bagging up grass clippings and leaves. I ripped up sod and put in flowers and vegetables. I put down nice thick blankets of mulch around the flowers and vegetables.
When I first was sweating my way through stripping sod, I saw a grand total of 1 worm and 0 ladybugs. The ground was compacted into something that would bend shovel blades.
Now, six years later, I can’t dig a planting hole without turning up fourteen earthworms, and there are so many ladybugs here. Not the invasive asian lady beetles; native ladybugs. They winter over in the mulch and in the brush pile. I see thousands of them.
The soil is soft and rich. There are birds that come to eat, and bees of many sorts.
Like this is something that you, yourself, can absolutely change. This is something that you, personally, can make a difference in.
Like, last year I watched no fewer than twenty-nine monarch caterpillars grow up on my milkweed and fly away as butterflies. I watched swallowtails and moths grow. There are hummingbirds fighting over flowers now.
I did that. Me. You can do the same.
Is this post about making a garden or beating depression
As someone with clinically diagnosed anxiety and depression;
Yes.
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the-ghost-in-your-attic:
punkqueerbitch:
posts-with-10000-notes-in-spirit:
psych-is-the-name:
current note count: 295
oops i accidentally saved every photo oh my hand slipped you have to do it all again
sorry guys my mistake
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