#dammitimmad

[eric-sadahire]

One day I was born Then everything bothered me And that brings us up to date

[istyles]

So I’m mad no matter which way you look at it. 🙃😤

Featuring Crazy Eyes DJI Goggles 3 Skin

[maternalvoice-blog]

Thanks to #COdAfanzine for this report on the MV Easter showcase. Send us a message if you’d like one ! • • • ____ #DUDS #Dammitimmad #Målgrupp #MAG #HumanRays #KLOAK #EvaGeist #Melodybox #Hägersten #Telefonplan #Hökmossen #MaternalVoice (at Hökmossen, Stockholms Län, Sweden)

[itsdabits420]

#Dammitimmad #dammitimmad

[marcomercy-blog]

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[forever4eleven]

Lets talk about Space Bags for a moment shall we? Damn right we shall! I was trying to do a nice pre-2014 cleaning and change my bed right? Well we keep blankets in a space bag in the linen closet. I decide to open said space bag to retrieve a blanket. Do you know what happened next? THE FUCKER BLOWS UP LIKE A FUCKING INFLATABLE RAFT AND I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO. WHY WOULD YOU INVENT AIRTIGHT COMPRESSION BAGS AND NOT HAVE SOME KIND OF FUTURISTIC AUTO RESEALER THING? WHY IS THAT NOT AVAILABLE? In the SPACEBAG commercial, the nice lady puts her clothes in the Space Bag, something that I'm sure she has to open everyday. Do you honestly expect me to believe that she gets the vacuum out to reseal that bag EVERY DAY? AINT NOBODY GOT TIME FOR THAT! GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER SPACEBAG AND IMPROVE YOUR PRODUCT.

[enlightened-energies]

Dammit I’m mad. Evil is a deed as I live. God, am I reviled? I rise, my bed on a sun, I melt. To be not one man emanating is sad. I piss. Alas, it is so late. Who stops to help? Man, it is hot. I’m in it. I tell. I am not a devil. I level “Mad Dog”. Ah, say burning is, as a deified gulp, In my halo of a mired rum tin. I erase many men. Oh, to be man, a sin. Is evil in a clam? In a trap? No. It is open. On it I was stuck. Rats peed on hope. Elsewhere dips a web. Be still if I fill its ebb. Ew, a spider… eh? We sleep. Oh no! Deep, stark cuts saw it in one position. Part animal, can I live? Sin is a name. Both, one… my names are in it. Murder? I’m a fool. A hymn I plug, deified as a sign in ruby ash, A Goddam level I lived at. On mail let it in. I’m it. Oh, sit in ample hot spots. Oh wet! A loss it is alas (sip). I’d assign it a name. Name not one bottle minus an ode by me: “Sir, I deliver. I’m a dog” Evil is a deed as I live. Dammit I’m mad.

- Demetri Martin