Flush it Friday: The Fragile Husk That Is My Body
It had been months since I last perched my talons at the local gym. I puffed out my chestfeathers and prepared for the flock that would await me this close to the new year. Upon walking through the front door, a cacophony of cawing met the circular orifices I call my ears: Bald Eagles blasting 5FDP, a finch with a swoopy haircut–even the nerdy frogmouths were getting swole. I had to show them who was the boss bird. Today, I regret this decision. My wings barely lift, my bones feel more hollow than usual, and pretty much everything hurts. You know what’s less painful than these extended avian allegories? The posts that these here fellows brought us this week. Please peruse the following:
Brandon Corsair delved deep in Slovakian folklore with this Malokarpatan interview:
Spear premiered the weird with Thoren:
Karhu bestowed the kvlt Casio upon us:
The Boiz (minus The Golden Boy) dove into the extremely lucrative business that is extreme metal:
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