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The goat is going to give birth today, and Ezra Miller is going to deliver the kids.
Miller actually has four goats, he explains on our walk over to the periwinkle blue barn. He’s holding a blue tin of American Spirit tobacco (which he never opens) and a mug of thick, brownish liquid that is “full of greens and adaptogens and plant-based proteins that fill one with energy and vivaciousness,” he says. “We would call it The Juice of the Biggest Boy.”
Gold Dust Woman by Fleetwood Mac except you’re out camping in an unfamiliar camping ground, and as you’re trying to get back to your tent, you hear it. Distracted by the familiar song in the distance, you follow it to the source and find yourself in a… very active cemetery. A ghoul party, if you will. Though none of them actually regard you as you stand in the middle of them all - you’re merely catching a glimpse through the veil, it seems.
requested by @gothdog
Now here you go again
You say you want your freedom
Well, who am I to keep you down?
It’s only right that you should
Play the way you feel it
cats literally learned how to meow just so they could chat with us how dare u disrespect them
oh hey sorry I’ve been distant lately…. I’ve been really busy having a brain that is bad
