I need a shower but my damn brain is not letting me do it. Instead, it is insisting that I do every damn thing else and taking me on infinite side quests.
Help.
Sincerely,
-Lazarus
Excellence and batshittery, done on purpose.
I’m Lazarus. I make art, music, poems, plays, and magic for the quiet, brilliant, broken ones. If that is you, welcome home. I adopt your kind.
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I need a shower but my damn brain is not letting me do it. Instead, it is insisting that I do every damn thing else and taking me on infinite side quests.
Help.
Sincerely,
-Lazarus
The world is a bathroom, therefore y’all deserve the gift of their new photo, as well. His name is Tom Chongadil. He’s a desert rain frog. He is an all power war god who is angry at all actions.

Hear him roar.
I’ll be taking suggestions if any of y’all want me to curse your PFPs, as well. Just credit me if I do! ✨
-Lazarus
So I had a dream last night that a very hot man who was originally from New Zealand spoke to me in his native accent and it sort of broke my brainhole.
I crafted this Commemorative Shitpost to celebrate it.

Poor sexy Kiwi man in my dream. If you’re out there, you ruptured me. I’m sorry.
-Lazarus
A self portrait.

Can I draw hands? The jury is out.
Anyway, it’s me.
-Lazarus ✨🪕🤣

The above post is silly but 100% accurate. I’m known for forgetting apps exist, and audible notifications literally jumpscare me.
Your best hope to reach me in a timely manner is to astral project into my dreams. 🤣
My partners can confirm that.
-Allēna

Cops probably have shit taste in music. Just like the rest of their shit life decisions.
-Allēna