Erpel

@Erpel@hai.z0ne.social · Joined ⁨Jul⁩ ⁨2026⁩

I really don't know what I am doing!

he/him

Public account of @ente and Moderator on this instance
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Katze: @katerbilbo
Languages: German (native), English (fluent), Spanish (not really)
Photos: @duck_pictures
Codeberg: https://codeberg.org/fotoente/

A grey parrot sitting on a wooden stick.

The video starts with a calendar page flipping through the days. Thursday the 9th, Friday the 10th, Saturday the 11th, and Sunday the 12th. The next page is labeled "It's a Monday". The next scene is an alarm clock that reads "Wyolnein". A hand comes on the screen and smashes the top of the clock. The song starts with the lyrics: "It's a Monday, or is it hell, I can't tell. Let's ask Dante. Feel like burning smoke's turning the sun gray. No coffee can help me but a gun may. I pray I will survive this cruel Monday. You're what you eat guess defeat was my entrée." The scene changes to a theater stage with drawn curtains. Then the curtains open to show a man in a coffin on the stage in front of a group of blue chairs. The lyrics continue, "The world's a stage my rib cage is the runway. See them stroll on my soul, what a fun play. I'll stay down but alive. It's a Monday and I wake up. Hit snooze buttons like crack, feel like a wreck I cannot stop. But eventually, I start moving my body out of bed and it just took the urge to pee and some fear of bankruptcy. It's a Monday or is it hell I can't tell. Let's ask Dante. Feel like burning smoke's turning the sun gray. No coffee can help me but a gun may. I pray I will survive this cruel Monday. You're what you eat guess defeat was my entrée. The world's a stage my rib cage is the runway. See them stroll on my soul, what a fun play. I'll stay down but alive. It's a Monday and work goes on." The next scene is an attention span in the form of a box labeled "Attention" with arms and legs carrying a hobo sack on a stick over its shoulder walking away. The lyrics continue, "Did I mention my attention span's long gone. Squinting at the screen is part of my sleep routine. Working like an ice cream machine in Mc D's know what I mean. It's a mundane day like any other so there's a reason why I'm more depressed round this time. Rise and shine. I would rather lie and glow. My light's getting bright when the weekend's in sight. Hope for change is my mental state's hot glue. The will to improve starts to grow 'bout to move. Desperation, spite, and self-hate drive me too. But I first need a pause til tomorrow because it's a Monday. Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? Or is it much more? I want it much more.

At the end of the video, the animator thanks their patrons.

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