FULLMOON

My name is Sam Wolfman Callister. I'm a musician, poet, and generally just a normal person with various talents and interests.
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Now You Know (Source)

Crows are scaryThey
use tools
Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
Have huge brains for birds
like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
they are scary smart at solving puzzles
some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies
they can remember faces
SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.
Guys I’m really scared of crows now.(q) 

Also, if you harass, attack, or scare a crow or crows. They will remember you FOR LIFE. Yes, for life. They don’t give a shit you if threw a rock at them when you were 8. They will remember you forever. I’m glad crows aren’t around where I live. *phew*

or you could just be nice to the crows maybe

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Now You Know (Source)

Crows are scary
They

  • use tools
  • Can be taught to speak (like parrots)
  • Have huge brains for birds
  • like seriously their brain-to-body size ratio is equal to that of a chimpanzee
  • They vocalize anger, sadness, or happiness in response to things
  • they are scary smart at solving puzzles
  • some ravens stay with their mates until one of them dies
  • they can remember faces
  • SIDENOTE HERE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT.  They did an experiment where these guys wore masks and some of them fucked with crows.  Pretty soon the crows recognized the masks = douchebag.  But the nice guys with masks they left alone.  THEN, OH WE’RE NOT DONE, NO SIR crows that WEREN’T EVEN IN THE EXPERIMENT AND NEVER SAW THE MASK BEFORE knew about mask-dudes and attacked them on sight.  THEY PASSED ON THE FUCKING INFORMATION TO THEIR CROW BUDDIES.
  • They remember places where crows were killed by farmers and change their migration patterns.

Guys I’m really scared of crows now.
(q

Also, if you harass, attack, or scare a crow or crows. They will remember you FOR LIFE. Yes, for life. They don’t give a shit you if threw a rock at them when you were 8. They will remember you forever. I’m glad crows aren’t around where I live. *phew*

or you could just be nice to the crows maybe

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I got out my cello and played last night. Someone liked it so much they slipped some money into my G string.

I got out my cello and played last night. Someone liked it so much they slipped some money into my G string.

Coffee hands does not straight lines make.

Now is the time for you to take back your life.

Coffee hands does not straight lines make.

Now is the time for you to take back your life.

20 situations that will never not be awkward.

Though when people leave me hanging for a high five, I’ll call them out on it. “Listen mother fucker, I’ll wait here all day until my hand is slapped.”

20 situations that will never not be awkward.

Though when people leave me hanging for a high five, I’ll call them out on it. “Listen mother fucker, I’ll wait here all day until my hand is slapped.”

I’ve noticed I have a lot of friends that are down lately, because of how the people they were emotionally involved with have been treating them. I got bit by the arts and crafts bug and decided to do a little something to remind them that I believe in them, and that they’re worth fighting for.

I just wish I was a bit better at visual arts, though I like how this turned out. I took printer paper and dyed it with coffee, which I think is pretty neat, and I really like how the paper turned out.

I believe in you. You are worth fighting for.

Love, sam

I’ve noticed I have a lot of friends that are down lately, because of how the people they were emotionally involved with have been treating them. I got bit by the arts and crafts bug and decided to do a little something to remind them that I believe in them, and that they’re worth fighting for.

I just wish I was a bit better at visual arts, though I like how this turned out. I took printer paper and dyed it with coffee, which I think is pretty neat, and I really like how the paper turned out.

I believe in you. You are worth fighting for.

Love, sam

Have you ever heard the sound of water running over rocks, murmuring, as it runs through tree roots and carrying leaves with it? It’s incredible to me. The sound, the look, and the culmination of incredible coincidences it represents.

For water to run in a stream, it must come down a mountain. For it to come down the mountain, it must first come down onto the mountain, which means it had to have come down from a cloud. For water to exist in a cloud, it must first evaporate in the sun, from an ocean, a lake, or any number of places. For water to get to the ocean or a lake, it needs to either rain down or come from a river or stream. In the middle of this cycle are a million different possibilities and steps which may complicate the process. Water may become frozen for hundreds, thousands, or even millions of years at either of the earth’s frozen poles. It might be consumed by a thirsty human, and rejoin the cycle through a sewage system. It’s different atoms may combine with other atoms and become something altogether different, and one day become water again.

Water goes through this cycle constantly. It has gone through the cycle to an infinite degree, through these infinite possibilities until it perfectly comes down a mountain, trickles over roots and rocks in such a way that it’s weight creates a rhythmic, percussive sound, which vibrates the air which enters your ear, and delivers the lovely sound that a creek or stream has.

You are one out of the billions of people on earth, your very own single edition, born to two single edition people, surrounded by more absolute individuals. The variables in your life are infinite, and more exponentially so due to your ability to choose your path in life. The person you are is an astronomical combination of infinite factors, controlled only by you. The person you exist as is a miracle. You could be anyone in the world, but you are the only person you can ever be at any given moment.

The sound of your existence is musical, and beautiful. Your life echoes with divinity. The steps you take, the feet you take them with, the eyes you view your life with, all were preordained by chance, absolute intention, and the world around you and that surrounded your ancestors. Your life is sacred. Your breath is sacred. See your divinity as it also exists in others. Refuse to stop seeing it in the mirror, and the hearts of those around you. Refuse to be seen as anything less, as you are special.

I love you, believe in you, and know that you will do great things.

Love, sam

WOLFMAN

—Latch (WOLFMAN Remix)

This is my remix of Latch, originally by Disclosure and Sam Smith. I hope you enjoy it!

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Kiki Smith - Lilith, 1994 - Bronze, silicon, and glass.

“In medieval Jewish lore, Lilith was Adam’s first wife.  When she demanded to be Adam’s equal, she was evicted from the Garden of Eden.  Lilith flew away to the demon world, replaced by the more submissive Eve.  Smith catches us off guard with Lilith’s pose and placement.  Most sculptures receive our gaze passively, but Lilith stares back with piercing brown eyes, ready to pounce.”

hella dope

THANK YOU

my mother told me this story over and over when I was little

"Always be Lilith, never Eve"

"Always be Lilith, never Eve"

that’s fucking awesome

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Life is too beautiful to be this sad. YOU’RE too beautiful to be this sad. Life is too short to give your heart, time, and affection to someone doesn’t see or appreciate you. There is a line in the sand that you can cross, whenever you’re ready. The line is your word that you will appreciate yourself in every way that you deserve, vowing to never take anything less than you deserve. You are gods and goddesses, and the earth shakes with the divine potential which exists inside you. Allow it to come forth. Allow your beauty, love, passions, and compassion to flow. Open your hearts and arms to yourselves, and find that you’ve been waiting for that reunion for as long as you’ve had breath. I believe in you, and love you very much.

Love, sam

So, I went to a bonfire tonight. Apparently it was a lot hotter than I thought, or I have started shooting lightning from my cock.

So, I went to a bonfire tonight. Apparently it was a lot hotter than I thought, or I have started shooting lightning from my cock.

I’ve had some horrible relationships. As much as I talk about how I wasn’t always as I could have been, it’s easier than talking about being hurt. I’ve been abused verbally and emotionally, made to feel like I wasn’t a good person, abandoned, and used. I’ve had low points where I believed every negative thing said to me. I’ve been a broken being at times. I’ve felt horrible things, and eventually I began to believe that I deserved these things. I began to understand that the way that I felt was what life was supposed to be like for me. I thought I would just feel pain, peppered with little moments of self medicated pleasure, and then eventually I would die. I felt these things because I emotionally invested in people who decided not to treat me well, for various reasons.

I like to remember the way I used to feel, and the kind of person that I used to be. I hold onto these memories not because I’m bitter, but because I’m proud. I’m not proud that I came through these things because I’m a “survivor”, but because I came through and made myself better. I put myself back together. I’m proud that I wasn’t bested, and my soul wasn’t conquered. I realize that these things may seem silly to refugees, rape victims, etc, but this is MY life and this is the hurt I’ve experienced, and it’s molded me and my experience.

By all reason, I should still be angry. I should still feel the hurt, and I should be bitter. I wouldn’t blame myself if I was, and I don’t blame myself for when I was, back then. Instead, I built myself into a healthy, beautiful, kind, warm, caring, and loving protagonist of a man. I know that I simultaneously deserve to be treated well, and can give that same kind of care to everyone I come across. Every year I find more happiness within myself, and that I have more and more ability to be patient, understanding, considerate, and thoughtful. I’m acquainted with my heart and soul, and it keeps getting better.

I’m proud of myself and the man that I’ve become. I’m no longer ashamed, scared, hurt, or angry. I have let these things go in order to grow. I say these things in the hopes that someone out there in a bad place can see that things can get better. It takes work, but life doesn’t have to constantly be painful. I believe in you.

Love, sam