I had fun once and it was awful.
I play black metal
Batman is too kvlt.
Hardcore like this with a lex lugor groove, that’s the kind of things I think/converse about pretty regularly
Paul Muad’Dib who’s name among his tribe is Usul, “The base of the pillar”, who would become the father of a dynasty that would last for thousands of generations and founder of a religion which swept the universe in the burning flames of his personal jihad, in the name of him.
The Based God.
(“how can Usul be base when I’m the basest thing living?” - Bijaz to Duncan Idaho/Hayt, , Dune Messiah)
“Irezumi, 1937. Because they believe that tattooing makes them beautiful many Japanese women endure the painful process without an opiate. They spend hundreds of dollars in this manner.”
My house was broken into around March 25th at about 5 am after I went to go pick my lady up from work. I was gone less than an hour, and this master thief put a cinder block in front of my window, ripped off a screen, opened a barely cracked window, and stole the only two things of value that I had in my house were, my laptop and my cell phone. Both things are password protected, and basically broken to anyone except me because of wear and tear combined with age. But they contained a lot of my personal writing, music I’ve recorded, personal pictures, art projects, rare tracks from broken up local bands, and volumes of music that I’d collected over the years. So to this sly, guileful cat burglar’s bounty are basically worthless, an old Android with a dying battery, and a three year old laptop which is broken and password protected. Sentimentally valuable to me, but otherwise garbage.
I’m glad he got away, honestly, because I’ve been extremely productive in my art and reading. I finished Dune, Dune Messiah, and I’m half way through Children of Dune. I did a trap tattoo and it’s pretty good actually. I’ve picked up watercolors for painting flash. Also pretty blazed. I bought the new Every Time I Die and Meshuggah records, as well as another copy of good ol’ SUM-001, The Faceless’ Akedelma which I have been enjoying. I also got a hard copy of The OF Tape Vol. 2.
Anyways, everything has been going pretty smoothly otherwise. I don’t think too many people have missed my presence of the internet. I’ll probably get back on sporadically throughout the weeks to come, but I’m embracing the fate which was handed to me by a chaotic universe, so I probably won’t be returning in full for a while. But I’ll use this as my main blog/internetting site because I’m growing to despise facebook and everything it stands for.
Until next time, humble followers.
Go with Muad’Dib
“you need to come fuck with meeee”
why does his hairline start so low?
his head is shaped weird
I don’t like it
I know a guy with a tiny baby forehead and a weird ass hairline like that.
Also, and based on the first film alone thus far with without having read the books, I will make this statement.
Peeta is a bitch.
Simp of the Year.
The Hunger Games was worth the watch. I apologize for any negative statements I may have made about the series. As far as stories directed more towards a younger audience, I think has a far better message than most of the crap that’s been pumped out lately, and the main character Katness (however you spell it) is a pretty admirable female lead in comparison to, say, a certain pasty necrophiliac who will remain unnamed.