[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[trucidator]

Oh oh oh, so sharp, guile! You’d best sheath that tongue lest it get you lashed in the kidneys, old boy! What’s the matter? Too pent up and lacking a bit of the old, In-out, in-out? You want me to fetch you an abuse prone cow to ease your pain? Something aught to cheer you up, you should be glad I haven’t been hoping the sandmen get you with their rocket tossers, you spineless bastard

[maindashore]

Boy, someone sure as hell missed me. Must be something special to for you to keep all that wrath pent up just because I’m not around to be the whipping boy.

It’s okay, you can be promiscuously spiteful of others if you want. I’ll forgive you, mostly because I’m busy with much more important things than to entertain having a hatedate with you.

That’s what you fear most, huh. Me not caring anymore. I’ll be sure to dangle that around for the next few days before jumping back into work. Not so much for either of our sakes, solely because I lack any interesting activities to partake in while on break. It’ll just be for the audience’s pleasure to figure out what all this shit-that’s-going-on is.

I take it that’s why we’re reblogging publicly in the first place, huh.

[trucidator]

1.) You’re an absolute cunt for making ME the bitch in this conversation, as we both know I’d beat your pasty ass into the glue you’re held up with. Don’t step out of line, worm. 

2.) I wish you were deployed and in Paris, you country serving semi-partiotic faggot 

3.) I assumed you were dead for /weeks/ don’t flatter yourself, baby boy 4.) How can we let our fanatics down? Don’t you care how this concludes? We’re a few re-blogs away from tumblr fame and a Disney spin off. Don’t fuck that up for me, bitch. Truci needs Firebird money. 

[maindashore]

Counter 1.) I don’t need to make you the bitch. You clearly got that covered all on your own. Like you need my help to effectively be a teat-sucking titty wanker. And physically, you can’t kick my ass. Legally too, but I’ll throw it first so you don’t go to the state wham-wham. Counter 2.) “ I wish you were deployed and in Paris[…]” You don’t need “and” in there. “Deployed in Paris” is good enough. Besides, my job is intelligence. I’m too “important” to be placed in hotzones. Don’t care about pride thankfully. All I care about is not being bored, which is why I’m in intelligence. Counter 3.) Refer to Counter 2. Counter 4.) Not really when it gets me money for fucking nothing, so sign me up, cause, yeah, I need a Firebird too.

[trucidator]

Why you gotta be such a dick, man

[maindashore]

Because I was born to be, raised to be, trained to be, and destined to be.

[trucidator]

Gayest comment possible. You loose, sir.

[maindashore]

“Isn’t my problem to figure out.“

[trucidator]

You missed me, too, bud.

[maindashore]

Kinda.

[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[trucidator]

Oh oh oh, so sharp, guile! You’d best sheath that tongue lest it get you lashed in the kidneys, old boy! What’s the matter? Too pent up and lacking a bit of the old, In-out, in-out? You want me to fetch you an abuse prone cow to ease your pain? Something aught to cheer you up, you should be glad I haven’t been hoping the sandmen get you with their rocket tossers, you spineless bastard

[maindashore]

Boy, someone sure as hell missed me. Must be something special to for you to keep all that wrath pent up just because I’m not around to be the whipping boy.

It’s okay, you can be promiscuously spiteful of others if you want. I’ll forgive you, mostly because I’m busy with much more important things than to entertain having a hatedate with you.

That’s what you fear most, huh. Me not caring anymore. I’ll be sure to dangle that around for the next few days before jumping back into work. Not so much for either of our sakes, solely because I lack any interesting activities to partake in while on break. It’ll just be for the audience’s pleasure to figure out what all this shit-that’s-going-on is.

I take it that’s why we’re reblogging publicly in the first place, huh.

[trucidator]

1.) You’re an absolute cunt for making ME the bitch in this conversation, as we both know I’d beat your pasty ass into the glue you’re held up with. Don’t step out of line, worm. 

2.) I wish you were deployed and in Paris, you country serving semi-partiotic faggot 

3.) I assumed you were dead for /weeks/ don’t flatter yourself, baby boy 4.) How can we let our fanatics down? Don’t you care how this concludes? We’re a few re-blogs away from tumblr fame and a Disney spin off. Don’t fuck that up for me, bitch. Truci needs Firebird money. 

[maindashore]

Counter 1.) I don’t need to make you the bitch. You clearly got that covered all on your own. Like you need my help to effectively be a teat-sucking titty wanker. And physically, you can’t kick my ass. Legally too, but I’ll throw it first so you don’t go to the state wham-wham. Counter 2.) “ I wish you were deployed and in Paris[…]” You don’t need “and” in there. “Deployed in Paris” is good enough. Besides, my job is intelligence. I’m too “important” to be placed in hotzones. Don’t care about pride thankfully. All I care about is not being bored, which is why I’m in intelligence. Counter 3.) Refer to Counter 2. Counter 4.) Not really when it gets me money for fucking nothing, so sign me up, cause, yeah, I need a Firebird too.

[trucidator]

Why you gotta be such a dick, man

[maindashore]

Because I was born to be, raised to be, trained to be, and destined to be.

[trucidator]

Gayest comment possible. You loose, sir.

[maindashore]

“Isn’t my problem to figure out.“

[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[trucidator]

Oh oh oh, so sharp, guile! You’d best sheath that tongue lest it get you lashed in the kidneys, old boy! What’s the matter? Too pent up and lacking a bit of the old, In-out, in-out? You want me to fetch you an abuse prone cow to ease your pain? Something aught to cheer you up, you should be glad I haven’t been hoping the sandmen get you with their rocket tossers, you spineless bastard

[maindashore]

Boy, someone sure as hell missed me. Must be something special to for you to keep all that wrath pent up just because I’m not around to be the whipping boy.

It’s okay, you can be promiscuously spiteful of others if you want. I’ll forgive you, mostly because I’m busy with much more important things than to entertain having a hatedate with you.

That’s what you fear most, huh. Me not caring anymore. I’ll be sure to dangle that around for the next few days before jumping back into work. Not so much for either of our sakes, solely because I lack any interesting activities to partake in while on break. It’ll just be for the audience’s pleasure to figure out what all this shit-that’s-going-on is.

I take it that’s why we’re reblogging publicly in the first place, huh.

[trucidator]

1.) You’re an absolute cunt for making ME the bitch in this conversation, as we both know I’d beat your pasty ass into the glue you’re held up with. Don’t step out of line, worm. 

2.) I wish you were deployed and in Paris, you country serving semi-partiotic faggot 

3.) I assumed you were dead for /weeks/ don’t flatter yourself, baby boy 4.) How can we let our fanatics down? Don’t you care how this concludes? We’re a few re-blogs away from tumblr fame and a Disney spin off. Don’t fuck that up for me, bitch. Truci needs Firebird money. 

[maindashore]

Counter 1.) I don’t need to make you the bitch. You clearly got that covered all on your own. Like you need my help to effectively be a teat-sucking titty wanker. And physically, you can’t kick my ass. Legally too, but I’ll throw it first so you don’t go to the state wham-wham. Counter 2.) “ I wish you were deployed and in Paris[…]” You don’t need “and” in there. “Deployed in Paris” is good enough. Besides, my job is intelligence. I’m too “important” to be placed in hotzones. Don’t care about pride thankfully. All I care about is not being bored, which is why I’m in intelligence. Counter 3.) Refer to Counter 2. Counter 4.) Not really when it gets me money for fucking nothing, so sign me up, cause, yeah, I need a Firebird too.

[trucidator]

Why you gotta be such a dick, man

[maindashore]

Because I was born to be, raised to be, trained to be, and destined to be.

[forestmagjc-blog]

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[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[trucidator]

Oh oh oh, so sharp, guile! You’d best sheath that tongue lest it get you lashed in the kidneys, old boy! What’s the matter? Too pent up and lacking a bit of the old, In-out, in-out? You want me to fetch you an abuse prone cow to ease your pain? Something aught to cheer you up, you should be glad I haven’t been hoping the sandmen get you with their rocket tossers, you spineless bastard

[maindashore]

Boy, someone sure as hell missed me. Must be something special to for you to keep all that wrath pent up just because I’m not around to be the whipping boy.

It’s okay, you can be promiscuously spiteful of others if you want. I’ll forgive you, mostly because I’m busy with much more important things than to entertain having a hatedate with you.

That’s what you fear most, huh. Me not caring anymore. I’ll be sure to dangle that around for the next few days before jumping back into work. Not so much for either of our sakes, solely because I lack any interesting activities to partake in while on break. It’ll just be for the audience’s pleasure to figure out what all this shit-that’s-going-on is.

I take it that’s why we’re reblogging publicly in the first place, huh.

[trucidator]

1.) You’re an absolute cunt for making ME the bitch in this conversation, as we both know I’d beat your pasty ass into the glue you’re held up with. Don’t step out of line, worm. 

2.) I wish you were deployed and in Paris, you country serving semi-partiotic faggot 

3.) I assumed you were dead for /weeks/ don’t flatter yourself, baby boy 4.) How can we let our fanatics down? Don’t you care how this concludes? We’re a few re-blogs away from tumblr fame and a Disney spin off. Don’t fuck that up for me, bitch. Truci needs Firebird money. 

[maindashore]

Counter 1.) I don’t need to make you the bitch. You clearly got that covered all on your own. Like you need my help to effectively be a teat-sucking titty wanker. And physically, you can’t kick my ass. Legally too, but I’ll throw it first so you don’t go to the state wham-wham. Counter 2.) “ I wish you were deployed and in Paris[...]” You don’t need “and” in there. “Deployed in Paris” is good enough. Besides, my job is intelligence. I’m too “important” to be placed in hotzones. Don’t care about pride thankfully. All I care about is not being bored, which is why I’m in intelligence. Counter 3.) Refer to Counter 2. Counter 4.) Not really when it gets me money for fucking nothing, so sign me up, cause, yeah, I need a Firebird too.

[kushandjcrew]

[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[trucidator]

Oh oh oh, so sharp, guile! You’d best sheath that tongue lest it get you lashed in the kidneys, old boy! What’s the matter? Too pent up and lacking a bit of the old, In-out, in-out? You want me to fetch you an abuse prone cow to ease your pain? Something aught to cheer you up, you should be glad I haven’t been hoping the sandmen get you with their rocket tossers, you spineless bastard

[maindashore]

Boy, someone sure as hell missed me. Must be something special to for you to keep all that wrath pent up just because I’m not around to be the whipping boy.

It’s okay, you can be promiscuously spiteful of others if you want. I’ll forgive you, mostly because I’m busy with much more important things than to entertain having a hatedate with you.

That’s what you fear most, huh. Me not caring anymore. I’ll be sure to dangle that around for the next few days before jumping back into work. Not so much for either of our sakes, solely because I lack any interesting activities to partake in while on break. It’ll just be for the audience’s pleasure to figure out what all this shit-that’s-going-on is.

I take it that’s why we’re reblogging publicly in the first place, huh.

[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[trucidator]

Well, if it isn’t fat stinking main ho maindashore in poison! How art thou, thou globby bottle of cheap, stinking chip oil? Come and get one in the yarbles, if ya have any yarbles, you eunuch jelly thou!

[maindashore]

I am unsure how being in the air force automatically constitutes as being a wasted Scottish slob coming onto one such as trucidator, mistaking them for a sheep in drunken confusion. I would like to say, whatever floats your pathetic half-inflated carved sexdoll pal. But, it wouldn’t be my honest response.

[prostheticknowledge]

wave is my nature

Kinetic installation by vtol features pulsating light streams that are created with LED strips moved by motors:

The main idea of the installation is the reference to the Wave as the basis of all audiovisual art. The project draws from the theory of Wave–particle duality which considers the light to be a particle and a wave at the same time. In this case, the notion of the “wave” is uniform for the sound wave, light wave and a “tangible” kinetic wave with wide amplitude, physically presented in the space as stretched cables moved by a system of motors. The piece also refers to the topic of physical modeling of the wave processes which take place in various media and materials: “string”, “data flow”, “visualisation of sound”, “sonification of light” etc. In general, the installation can be viewed as a kinetic spacial light installation which reacts to the presence of audience and creates an autonomous sound and light composition.

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[trucidator]

Does this mean my main bitch ass nigga @maindashore is alive or nah? 

[maindashore]

I don’t know. Isn’t my problem to figure out.

[postmoderncorruption]

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Bump

Music video for track by Ethereal featuring Lord Narf by Pomp&Clout is another production utilizing 3D scanning combined with Mocap for a surreal effect:

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