"We Have Survived All The Way From Birth To This Very Moment, And We Look At Each Other, And Some Of

"We have survived all the way from birth to this very moment, and we look at each other, and some of us start laughing and others start weeping and one or two of us break out into a wordless humming song, and all of us mean the exact same thing.

Look at us. Look at us out in the honey light of the finished day. Look at us and rejoice in our sheer being.

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And then a gradual movement towards Mission Grove Park, no orders or even suggestions given, and yet we all file to that central meeting place, put our arms around each other, grip tight, and then grip tighter. Some of us are not here. We leave space for them, space that has been emptied by time.

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Night has arrived, ladies. Night is here, gentlemen. Night falls on our weary bodies.

And night falls on you too. You too have survived, survived everything up to this moment. Grip tight, hum, laugh, cry. Forget nothing and think many things of it. Good night. Good night. Good night."

-Cecil Palmer, Ep 15 of WTNV

“We are a story telling species. Other animals use tools. Other animals communicate. Every division we try to throw up to separate ourselves from our animal kindred gets knocked down, except this. Human beings have an insatiable drive to organize the world into narrative, both real and unreal. We are the only species to tell harmless lies that our audience knows are lies, in order to delight and inspire. What a heavy burden the truth. What a light gift a fabulation. A lie is a thing with feathers.”

— Cecil G Palmer, ep. 220 - A Radio Jupiter Holiday Special

the real antidote to the problem of "everyone is beautiful and no one is horny" is watching old horny shows like mash. nothing but perfectly normal-looking, homely, average people in that show who hook up with each other or unseen partners on a regular basis. hawkeye is absolutely drowning in sex and the man has such a bizarre mismatched set of randomly strong and weak facial features on a noodle body with dogshit posture. and it's GREAT. you can't tell how soft his jawline is because there's always a woman kissing his neck and blocking the camera. i know i riff on people saying they want to fuck mulcahy until he has a religious epiphany but as a butch lesbian with that exact face shape it's been so healing to be like. ohhhh ok so sexuality and attractiveness isn't just limited to the perfect beautiful poreless people on netflix. i understand now

"It'll work out eventually. Maybe not well, but all situations do end somehow."

- Cecil G Palmer, ep 205 - The Moon Is Gone

shirt that says I Got My Top Surgery at the 4077th MASH

Anyone else ever think about the fact that every single Sunday, Father Mulcahy has to wake up, dress in his robes, gather up his holy oddities, go to the mess tent, move things around so that they vaguely resemble a church setting, hold at least two services (one for Catholics and then a second for Protestants), services where 0- maybe 5 or 6 people show up, then clean up and put it all back as he found it, collect his holy oddities, put those safely back in his tent, and be raring to go for breakfast that is now happening in that same makeshift church space???

Because I just did at 2am and it feels somehow so very important