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Ruination does not find the humor in "Midlady"! If you ever insult The Milady again, you may see when it has it's namesake! ^^
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Ruination does not find the humor in "Midlady"! If you ever insult The Milady again, you may see when it has it's namesake! ^^
big fan of ruination these days
11:51 AM EDT May 25, 2026:
Job for a Cowboy - "Ruination" From the album Ruination (July 7, 2009)
Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm
File under: Oddly named Death metal Bands
https://www.tumblr.com/echotums/816727360324943872/on-anon-for-my-own-paranoias-sake-there-are-no?source=share Not to mention, the idea of thinking of someone slowly getting dumber and more uncaring of how much of a mess they're becoming... Oh god! Oh god! I didn't think I'd be into that! And here I am, fantasizing about that woman (or at this point, that thing? hehe) and her slow descent to slobbish, morbid, near immobile hedonistic bliss/madness.
Just imagine... Nothing to lose, so there's nothing to worry about now. Constantly getting glutted to comas in the kitchen, or on the couch in the living room. A mess slowly building up inside. Not caring about the constant stomach problems because that's NOT food. Soon enough, the chore of trying to keep a semblance of proper space or even going to the bathroom stop. Just wear old clothes. Old clothes don't fit no more? Go naked. No one's gonna check inside. No one likes fatties, right? No one to interrupt. No one's gonna stop... Too tired to get up. Better to pee or poop right there. Was news on TV always this hard to... know? What ever. It's not food. Oh god! Oh god! Imagine the wheezing constantly... The smells!
Lying there on the floor, passed out in a food coma, surrounded by the mess made, food so closely near that gaping, snoring mouth. Snoring, more like wheezing at this point.
Oh god! Oh god!
uff, that is very hot. 🤭 watching someone slowly lose their humanity to greed is such a horribly erotic thing. 💕
A dungeon crawl...? Ah, does The Milady need it swept again?
What if you wanted to type a word.
But autocorrect said “Yeah, no. How about I transform it into incoherent nonsense” instead.
Many such cases!
Stopped by a local liquor store that I frequent, and found a six-pack of dusty bottles on a back shelf, all Stone, all IPAs. I asked the owner about them, he said he was cleaning out the cooler and found them stuck behind some boxes. I asked if he was selling, he said he'd sell them for a dollar a bottle. When I got them home, I checked their expiration . . . all in 2019. I opened one--smelled alright. Taste, reasonable, but extremely carbonated. Not sure that a hazy (the Ruination) should look quite like it does, but braving the expired beer. If you don't hear from me, I died.
The Milady's radiance sitting on the couch
as it washes the countertops
because of Ruination's diligence it can be
near and about The Milady