Hello, my name is Jake Forbes, misbehaving rascal extraordinaire. Scholar, poet, king, these are all professions that I do not claim to be. I post a plethora of stuff i suppose. If anyone ever wants to chat my Skype name is wjakeaforbes. Enjoy.
A couple makeup sponges, lots of green eyeshadow, and an Emilie Autumn album later…
I tried a 2-D printer once, and the paper jammed.
So now I just painstakingly re-create my paper copies by hand, like a medieval monk.
i tried using paper, but the edges crumpled
so now i just chisel my commandments into stone, like old testament god
I tried using stone, but it cracked and broke.
Now I just scream everything at passersby, hoping they’ll remember what I said so I can ask them about it when I need it.
I tried shouting things at passersby but they ignored me.
Now I emit allohormones in a gypsobelum that bonds selectively with the recipient’s hemolymph to reconfigure their bursa copulax into a copulatory canal. I can only say one thing, “I want to mate with you,” but really, what else ever needs to be said?
i tried whatever that was and it worked just fine 10/10
All I really need in life is a post-apocalyptic lesbian rom-com with two gals fighting mutant armadillos, beheading all of their enemies, learning the true meaning of friendship, and the joys of opening your heart to another (in a non cannibalistic way.) The third act break-up involves some death-battle antics gone afoul and some fear of commitment, but it all works out in the end.
(OKAY I’m done with this.. for now haha. Lots o’ fun. )