Orochi is a kaiju-inspired dildo with an incredibly detailed array of finely detailed textures and exotic curves.
I want this one.

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Orochi is a kaiju-inspired dildo with an incredibly detailed array of finely detailed textures and exotic curves.
I want this one.
Altar.
@chaotictheoristmilkshake @rot-thirteen
My favourite times have become enjoying my reality and not spending time wishing I had found a way to do so. All the skeletons are dancing around and they're not gonna stop anytime soon. Hooray.
I kind of feel like that Psychic Gallery shop was like some Needful Things ordeal almost. I know a friend of ours that we passed on the way mentioned coercing the woman to open up for the night but I barely saw it open afterwards. Buying magic stuff is cool and everything but it kind of takes away from the mystery of living and after a while, that's all you have. That, waiting, suffering, and eventually if you get a decent handle on all of that, something insane will happen and you'll find contentment.
So I read this entire thing in a few hours. First book I've finished in years. Give it a read.
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I've decided that, in a few months time, I'll be going back to Shitcago. I still have business there I need to take care of and I need to make sure I have relatively smart amount of savings before I go. I'm not going to rush myself; the kittens still need to grow up. If anything, I'll be excited to change my scenery to downtown. They give you more food down there, anyway. :3
Wait so why is everyone trying to get plastic surgery to escort themselves as celebrities of some kind, then I see the movie, and everyone's like oh fuck that bitch she kind of looks like Charlie but not really let's give her a seizure or something pffft
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*See older personal tagged posts for what happened to my brain while I did a shitload of this shit. I literally knew my bags changed for some fucked up reason and who knows why I got 2 for 1 and for so long?! SCIENCE, KIDS! Superhuman science. That's what I'm turning this into with my mind so I forget how fucking terrible it felt to be alive a few months ago with a blown out asshole from all this to boot! (It's fine now. That was terrible. Take my life, not the tightness of my butthole. So embarrassing. Good job, liver! Good job hospitals for thinking I'm just gonna fucking die, fuck the week long poison treatment thing that I read about that makes sense because you must be some kind of fucking court jester to get that shit sprinkled in your shit; ugh.
(I'm being overzealous to cover up how screwed up my subconscious is whenever I think of it. I wrote that part after the following paragraphs. You can tell).
............#internal panicking!
Test your fent for strych and arsenic. Lololol. Die smart and not paranoid, or don't and let it go unnoticed until you live long enough to like lose your brain like I did or you want to stop for some reason (hahahaha) and thus get the magic vaccine shot that literally makes sure you can't overdose again, and thank the fucking gratuitous amount of shit you did before you were exposed to the dust devil bags because holy hell, with your lack of insurance and no hospital time for the poisoning because you were a drug addict (and possibly other reasons), not worth it. It's winter. .....Yeah. So strychnine poisoning in opioid addicts is almost undetectable at first if you're the one doing it but really you're walking like a fucking puppet and your motor functions make you seem retarded; if you're on speed too it probably helps you not feel it at all, because you're just tweaking. It says it causes super intense muscle spasms but 20 bags up the nose every 4 days saved my life! Hooray for my decision to do dope again and also contribute to and possibly piss off scientists (and make a few smile). depending on the amount of fucking shit you're doing, you're fucked, it seems; looks like I got like 4x the amount of the photographed example vaccine shots at once so my antibodies would be like wow these fucking molecules of poison are stuck to the fentanyl in all your mucous membranes so let's fucking rip them the fuck apart all at once and see if she lives! THE MONARCH BUTTERFLY LIVES, DOC!
Always Domino. Forever Raven.
My fucking genepool is lit as fuck after that shit. So glad I got the courage to look up what the fuck happens when you get poisons in your shit.
At least I shot dope when it was brown and possibly less synthetic; I never cared to test anything really back then. I am never shooting fucking fentanyl ever. I wonder what would have happened to my body if I wasn't snorting this shit and the same situation happened?
Let's not find out on purpose!
.....PTSD Excuse Me.
I can't let myself actually enjoy anything without being high or drunk and the things I allow myself to partake in that bring enjoyment while on anything that doesn't fall into the t and k category are not as stimulating as the activities I engage in while high as fuck.
Like I don't sit down and cry about not wanting to draw or read or go for walks or anything like I used to. I just accept that my brain has figured out how to make me look forward to something that's technically one of the only reasons I attribute to enjoying what's left of my life. Trust. Not mad about it either.