fascinated by how “dislocate” seems to be a word used almost exclusively to refer to the misalignment of bodies, or parts of the body, from their proper place. it’s distinctly anatomical. you don’t say “i dislocated my keys” for instance, even though that’s technically a correct and coherent sentence.
on the other hand, it would be really funny to say “i misplaced my shoulder” to announce a devastating injury
Rice Krispies smartest decision is by far their Treat. Turning their cereal into a strange brick relies on the natural fact that all children are hopelessly dependent upon the ingot.
now that i am a real adult i am starting to realise. media lied to me about the availability of rooftops to go hang out on. every day i wish i could be hanging out on a rooftop somewhere looking cool as fuck
in junior year of highschool my art teacher would let our ceramics class play music of our choice off of her desktop. we usually used spotify or youtube but she did have one album downloaded on her computer. it was a halloween sound effects/ambience collection. i dont remember why she had it. there was a track on there called “burning screams” which was exactly what it sounds like. just a cacophony of screams alongside crackling fire. she only let us play it on very special occasions, and we would cheer and jump with joy every time. it was like a pizza party to us
please imagine 6 teenagers with giant sad puppy eyes looking at a dear sweet 50 something year old art teacher and asking “may we please hear burning screams”
i dont know where burning screams came from. ive looked. its lost media to me. burning screams is my white whale
