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Started August 07, 2018 by @CW-BornConfuzzledLeftILoveYa

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ANOTHER update on the Nerds Jellybeans situation:

You thought this was over, didn't you? You believed crunchy jellybeans were as bizarre as Easter candies could ever get? Well THINK AGAIN.

Today my brother came home with Peeps, but not just any Peeps, SOUR PATCH KIDS PEEPS. They're regular marshmallow Peeps, but covered in sour sugar and flavored like cherry/lemon/lime/etc. They taste absolutely disgusting. I love them.

Which begs a question: How far can this "merging candies" thing go? Are we going to someday end up with caramel-covered gummy burgers? Cadbury creme-filled Tootsie Roll pops? Black licorice-flavored Kit Kats? Skittle-stuffed Crunch bars? Dots with a Sweet Tart-style crunch? What happens when we run out of terrible candy combinations that should've never happened and no one asked for? Is there going to be mayonnaise-flavored Laffy Taffy, or something even worse?

Don't mind me, I'm just over-analyzing candy flavors. You know, just a normal thing normal people do when they're not on any sort of drugs.

Hey guys. I'm Justin, the "new kid". I'm genderfluid, and I have Tourettes. I don't really know much yet, like when I split or really how the whole shabang works, but ZJ said that I should introduce myself here. I'm about 15 we think, and I have bright green eyes and dark brown hair. I have glasses, a thin gold wire frame, and my haircut is similar to that of the body's: shaved around the sides but a swoopy bit if that makes sense. So, uh, hi!

Like I know anything about shopping…

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Take them shopping camie.

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I'm a broke ass bitch, but I'm down for thrift stores?

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glad that's in my head instead of financial advice

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Cathy ran two fingers down Raven's head to her tail.
"I'm glad you decided to spend the night. I'll leave the window open, though, if you need to get out," Cathy said.

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Stitch sew I tried
Stitch sew you're alive

Hah hah
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Hah hah

80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners

Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in (x7)

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors I should see

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WOMAN!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WOMAN!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WOMAN!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WOMAN!! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE WOMAN!!

(Lol I forgot this was the last thing I copied XD)

Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew I tried
Stitch sew you're alive

Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah

80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners

Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in (x7)

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors I should see

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

HOUSEWIFE RADIO
YAS
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE NOW

Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew cut pull
Stitch sew cut and pull
Stitch sew I tried
Stitch sew you're alive

Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah
Hah hah

80 degrees, hemmed by reveries
Iron out saudade and wrinkles unfold
Off-grain fabric tells a different tale
Tailored frequencies need to be repaired

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns pin into place
Scissors separate the yellow from the white
Good morning, small-town listeners

Thimbles coat my fingers
Feed dogs are jamming up
The thread comes in tangles
I see such pretty things

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

Buttoned patchwork, thread that's tied in knots
Hand-sew everything with kind intention
Liquid sound waves pour from my eyes
My heart cries out to you in desperation

7AM is when the station plays its sounds
Listening to the speaker while the patterns sew into place
Unmistakably, he'll return alive
His colors ought to show again

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; the radio only plays in (x7)

Black and white and black and white
and black and white and black and white
No – blue and green and yellow and red; these aren't the colors I should see

FM comes in different colors, I believe
In the sewing machine, I've lost myself
Memories inside my heart are there to grieve
Color-coded by the love he gave to me

Ah, his voice, it speaks to me through the radio
Pressing spotted fabric on an ironing board
Losing bobbins under tables, is it so?
Every day, it feels like seams are more than torn

HOUSEWIFE RADIO
YAS
YOU ARE MY FAVORITE NOW

YAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSSS

STRETCH GET THE DAMN MIC TAPE OFF THE DAMN DOG

I will take margin notes by hand on my paper – NOT AN OPTION