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the absolute state of the union by the narcissist cookbook đź‘Ťđź‘Ťđź‘Ťđź‘Ť
this is that one jam mechanics song right
Rumours speak of a powerful lich stirring beneath Baltimore
so when the narcissist cookbook said "prophylatics" did they mean a medicine or course of action used to prevent disease or condoms. discuss
expect an essay on "the library at the very bottom of this place" by the narcissist cookbook fairly soon but also i might make a different blog for my linguistics/essay shit. if i do ill link it but yeah :]
i just heard "its not your fault kid" for the first time hey WHAT THE FUCK IM GOING TO CRY
So I went to a @narcissistcookbook concert a few days ago (it was fucking amazing!!!!!) and Mx. Cookbook played "Sugar in my Coffee", and they explained at the "golden decaf" line that it was meant to be a play on "golden calf" (presenting coffee as a sort of "false idol") and that they were disappointed nobody seemed to get what they thought was quite a clever reference, so I think y'all should go tell TNC they did a good job with that line and that it was a very clever and funny line <3
Listening to this song feels different after reading this post.
Once a little boy went to school. One morning The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. He liked to make all kinds; Lions and tigers, Chickens and cows, Trains and boats; And he took out his box of crayons And began to draw.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make flowers.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make beautiful ones With his pink and orange and blue crayons. But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And it was red, with a green stem. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at his teacher’s flower Then he looked at his own flower. He liked his flower better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just turned his paper over, And made a flower like the teacher’s. It was red, with a green stem.
On another day The teacher said: “Today we are going to make something with clay.” “Good!” thought the little boy; He liked clay. He could make all kinds of things with clay: Snakes and snowmen, Elephants and mice, Cars and trucks And he began to pull and pinch His ball of clay.
But the teacher said, “Wait!” “It is not time to begin!” And she waited until everyone looked ready. “Now,” said the teacher, “We are going to make a dish.” “Good!” thought the little boy, He liked to make dishes. And he began to make some That were all shapes and sizes.
But the teacher said “Wait!” “And I will show you how.” And she showed everyone how to make One deep dish. “There,” said the teacher, “Now you may begin.”
The little boy looked at the teacher’s dish; Then he looked at his own. He liked his better than the teacher’s But he did not say this. He just rolled his clay into a big ball again And made a dish like the teacher’s. It was a deep dish.
And pretty soon The little boy learned to wait, And to watch And to make things just like the teacher. And pretty soon He didn’t make things of his own anymore.
Then it happened That the little boy and his family Moved to another house, In another city, And the little boy Had to go to another school.
The teacher said: “Today we are going to make a picture.” “Good!” thought the little boy. And he waited for the teacher To tell what to do. But the teacher didn’t say anything. She just walked around the room.
When she came to the little boy She asked, “Don’t you want to make a picture?” “Yes,” said the little boy. “What are we going to make?” “I don’t know until you make it,” said the teacher. “How shall I make it?” asked the little boy. “Why, anyway you like,” said the teacher. “And any color?” asked the little boy. “Any color,” said the teacher. And he began to make a red flower with a green stem.
~Helen Buckley, The Little Boy
If you genuinely interpreted it with your whole heart, congratulations, you did it right. There is no way to enjoy art wrong. Let me say that again for the people in the back - THERE. IS. NO. WAY. TO. ENJOY. ART. WRONG.
I'm too tired to have smart words on this, so I'm hoping this post finds somebody who does.
i keep trying to listen to myth by the narcissist cookbook but i’m so worried about doing it wrong somehow because everyone on here seems to love it and like what if i don’t ??? so i have been just avoiding listening to it out of that fear and it sucks because i want to have fun with you guys but unfortunately there is a collection of demons in my brain and their leader is called ocd
You have instantly become my favourite person in the world.
COME SING WITH ME is a lyric game setting, a divinatory map, and a secret third thing. Inspired by (and made to explore) the album MYTH by @narcissistcookbook
It contains a map of the island of St. Sasha; a stolen songbook full of lyrics, curated by instinct; game tokens, with little instructions for their use; and the other stolen songbook scrawling with handwritten notes.
Created for the Tiny World TTRPG Jam.
myth side two is out and i have listened to it and i am physically incapable of being normal abt it askjaksjlashflahfasf
Mx. Cookbook, I've just listened to your new album and it was glorious and beautiful and like nothing I've ever heard before in my life and I adore it to pieces, but also what in the actual fuck just happened
MYTH: Side Two is available everywhere on January 7th 2025
MYTH: Side One is available everywhere right now
the response to my niche wee horror album has been so wonderful, thank you everyone who has gotten in touch to gush about it đź’ś
love this album so much!! i've been obsessed with the folklore of st sasha about as long as i can remember, it's endlessly fascinating. the whole motif of the forest that never existed haunts me to this day, and i think "the girl who painted death" might be one of my all-time favourite fairy tales. as for the elephant in the room... personally, i'm of the camp that david brownley was killed by a shark that was anomalously far north, but then that doesn't explain how he was found so far inland, and those papers... if only they hadn't been burned, maybe we might have some better insights into what really happened </3 anyway, you've done an amazing job bringing st sasha lore it to light for a wider audience! weird that it isn't already more popular. aight, i'm gonna go rewatch goncharov for the thousandth time.
we new albuming out here
this is a concept i've had kicking around for longer than i care to admit. i'm so hyped to get this out of my brain and into your headphones