#Inktober day 4 [cw for maybe creepy imagery]
#Inktober day 6 [cw for possibly unsettling degree of canine eye contact]
[…] removed at a later date leaving the stucco underneath exposed […] unclear if horns […] unusual, due to the apparent rarity of gilt surfaces in contemporaneous works […] no other depictions of […] or other figurative frescoes at the site […]
In the split second it took to catch him and pull him up, the front of his head had already passed through it. If we’d not been on the ball enough to grab him as soon as it happened… I don’t even want to think. Nothing comes back from that place. Anyway, as much as his head got all fucked up, his brain still seems to work like normal. I guess the other part of it is still functioning over there. Sometimes he giggles out of nowhere, seeing God knows what where the other half of his eyes are
You can tell right away it’s not a fish testing the bait – it’s truly like another person’s grabbed the other end of the line and given it a tug, usually three short tugs. That’s about as much as they’ll bother you. Personally I think it’s their way of playing. When it gets stormy though, or if you’re in a spot that they don’t like you being in, they’ll pull differently. You’ll know as soon as they start that type of pulling. Best to just pack up and head home if that starts happening.
Big sticky plums
Big sticky plums
Chop one down and
…stick it up your bum!
Haha it doesn’t really go like that but that’s how we sang it when we were kids. I can’t even remember what the real rhyme went like. It was always really shitty work, I guess it helped to make fun of the whole thing. Nowadays I just tend to do it in silence.
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