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IT BEGINS! OR CONTINUES?
Four followers. Mark this day on your calenders, folks. It could well be the day I use this thing again. Maybe even change my picture. Hell, I could snazzify my page! But let's not get too ahead of ourselves. I did have to type in a slew of different passwords and emails before I found the correct one again. Tonight I am having chicken for dinner. If this does not make me a suitable part of the internet culture, talking about food, I don't know what will.
Do you do the Fandango?
Very very frightening.
I haven't bothered to touch a Zelda game since Majora's Mask. Not due to my protest against the game series or proclaiming that Majora's Mask was the last good one made. Any recent Zelda games that really caught you attention above all else?
I really enjoyed Skyward Sword. Before that, Twilight Princess.
Any particular reason for those two? Art, story, silly goofy Lan Lan Milk reasons?
Smokey afternoons
Words between the two were spoken. With the flash of the bar and the glitz of its patrons, it was difficult to tell at first if these words held any meaning. Glances exchanged in an instant. Loud boisterous gun fire was heard.
To my loyal followers: I am still here. Stay tuned for my next bi-annual post.
Just get me a fucking bomb.
I'm always in an insufferably dark place within the confines of my mind. I don't want to scream out to friends, because they'll give the same half-assed response to everything they always do, those responses will solve nothing as they always do, and the black mass of rage just quells and laughs from the deepest inserts of my 'soul'. I really do toss a mental coin everyday that says "blow your fucking brains out" and "don't blow your fucking brains out". Every so often that coin is flipped eight or nine times through out the day, instead of the usual one when I first wake up. Honestly though. I just want to grab someone, stab them, cut them, torture them. Scream, beat, sodomize, whip, lacerate, bite, claw, gouge this person. Rape them of their every intimate safe feeling and utterly destroy them at the very core of their person, just so I feel a bit better about my self some days. Within this room of black and white text I can some what scream out at the world with little recourse. No one is following me here, really, so it's like something of a soap box in the middle of a busy walkway and I'm the crazy piece of filth screaming from the top of it. No one's paying attention. And that's fine. I just want to scream from the deepest recesses of myself and let it out. I want to fuck, I want to jam my tongue down someone's throat with no consequence; I want to fucking paint this shit town, that I live in, the brightest color of red you can imagine; I want my dick sucked and I want to see someone I hate and physically destroy them so they have to live the rest of their lives in a meat husk until they're permitted to die. IÂ may have insufferably evil desires, but at the very least I bend over backward to contain my god damn monsters.
Remember today fondly, brothers and sisters! It's not about how we were attacked on our own front porch; it's not about how we discovered first hand the cost of ignorance; it's not about the fact that the actions performed today have caused us trillions of dollars in national debt to fight wars that we, in all sincerity, can not win; It's about the day that will be shoved down your throat every presidential election cycle to stir fear in your heart and to be badgered like a cheap whore for some pompous arrogant maggot that wishes to have dominance over your livelihood and call it presidency. 9/11: Never Forget-- Especially when it comes to election time. Because if you do, you will be sharply reminded of it.
God I am exhausted.
But I am home and everything is fine. We figured out a solution, understand the situation and triggers better, and will hopefully avoid any problems like that in the future. Just taking baby steps for now.Â
Thank you all so much for your concern. I’m sorry for scaring you all like that. I was scared too. None of us should have had to experience that situation, and I’ll do my best to make sure it never occurs again.Â
You're still okay in my book. In the grand scale of life, that's all that's important.
Focus?
Huh. Holy shit. Is that a bagpipe I hear off in the distance?
These nights.
At 2:31 in the morning a lad who would hardly be called a man by the standards of his family had taken a step out from the twenty-four hour convenience store. Passionately he devoured the over priced food as if it were to absolve him from hunger for the rest of his days, but more than that it was the first thing he was able to get in the past few days. As his exceedingly long foot journey came to a close the hotdog and bland chilli tasted as if an elusive chef from an estranged land had spent days preparing the ingredients in stoic and majestic fashion.
Every god damn day lately
Some days, I don't even know. Just like everyone else. Jesus fucking Christ, folks. I just need a vacation. A swift break. A respite from the world just for a few days. Ramble ramble...
Hi guys! I wanted to inform you about this great thing that is happening!
These smart fellows have devised a way to create cups, straws, mixers, etc that can detect common date rape drugs. This is an amazing idea and it needs funding! The campaign ends in 35 hours and they are a little short on funding. Please, signal boost this or even give a dollar if you can, it’s a great cause and something that will really change the world!
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Only 28 hours left! Check this out and spread the word!
donate or signal boost, they still have about a fifth to go!
IF YOUDONT REBLOG YOU SUCK
Who the what now?
He tumbled forward. Vision blurred. His head in an ever spinning haze that made a class five hurricane look like a kiddie ride at the local fire station's carnival. "I uh..." he stammered "... What year is it again? I've been gone so long..." Without warning the contents of his stomach emptied over himself. The vomit soaked his shirt with the warmth of a thousand, questionable, and mostly unwanted, hugs. "Do I need to write this?" he asked himself questioningly. Further more the introspect of himself started a coarse argument if he had been drinking or not. A vast majority of himself proclaimed there had been no alcohol consumption in close to twelve years that would drive the body to intoxication; a minor stout few within that greater circle said perhaps he may have been drinking when he himself had not paid attention. Looking down to the pool of wet artistic lacquer that a no-talent, worthless, modern artist would frame, he saw nothing. Warmth subsiding, the world no longer revolving as if it were some Jewish kid's dreidel on the eve of Hanukkah's first day, he could only rub the side of his face. "When did I last shave? My goatee's gone. It's mostly just a five o'clock shadow now." his thoughts digressed into confusion. On the right hand his middle knuckle felt tender and sore, the only indication of a wound had been a small gash. Did Pixel cause that? No, the only thing that spurs that sensation of pain is punching a wall. It's more than likely bruised the bone. Swiftly brushing hands through the hair atop his head he let a sigh purse his lips. The mohawk is still there. Sure the side's need a good shave and it's rather complicating the look of the main style, but nothing in that regard had altered. "I need an adult." Jory's eyes wandered around the vacant room. No one else around. "I need an adult, or a kid with a decent attention span and steady hands, to fix my hair." Because when you come from a hole in time the most important thing is to ensure your hair still has that wonderfully lustrous look about it. "No one touch my stuff. Seriously. I'll fuckin' stab your throat." Convenience poured itself before him-- a single can of Nos energy drink. Sugar free. Cold. Frost. Chilled. Ready for consumption. Guess it's time to write here again.
I’ve seen some cool Johnny cosplay before, but this Johnny and Devi set have the whole inked, black and white drawing thing going for them, something I don’t think I’ve seen anyone do before.
Therefore, all other Johnny/Devi cosplayers should be put to death until someone beats these two. Like actually beats them physically.
Until then, this is the coolest.
Bunny. Yes, Jory? I'm happy. :D
WE SHOUT! But no one's listening... SO WE LIVE! Like no one dares...
This is what normally happens when a song comes up on tumblr that I like. My roommates usually stare on in terror at the madness that unfolds.
I think I move too fast for my webcam. I’m like the Goddamned Flash or something.
Also I don’t even know the words to this song. I just figured if I made enough crazy faces at once then it would look like I was at least attempting to mouth the words instead of just flailing ridiculously.Â
The bits of your speech inform us you don't have an accent. Thank you. That is all. P.S. Bonnie Tyler is a goddess amongst insects.
if you believe cisphobia, heterophobia, and racism against white people are real things that exist you need to unfollow me pronto
No. Wait. Are... you sincerely stating that racism against white people isn't a thing? That it in fact has no place at all? It's... that's adorable. It's like you think people, regardless of color or creed, don't hate blindly at all. I promise you, with everything that is my being, that there are people with a racial hatred for white people. To discount that would be sheer arrogance on your behalf. Now it most certainly isn't as prominent as the hatred other races get; but it is full well still there. Granted the word "phobia" shouldn't be used to account for bigoted hatred toward people with any form of sexuality. That's just silly on many accounts.
