unrestrained summer fun
every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event

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unrestrained summer fun
every year around late may, without fail, this post starts getting notes again . and my little wet raw chicken breast of a brain gets puzzled. because i forget that summer is , in fact. a yearly event
whatever. go my snails
The X-Files + Scully’s Darkness Falls Jacket
(source)
Still my favorite X-Files post on this whole damn site.
The Mother of it all, Sister Rosetta Tharpe!
'His eye is on the sparrow' 1960
Via bluesincolour
no animal was harmed during the making of this video. not one. for the few minutes that we were shooting film, the guns of each hunter fell silent. the industrial bolt throwers observed a moment's peace and the jaws of every predator hung softly open. no fish bit any hook and the bait worms held off on drowning only until the cameras stopped. the tails of ruminants ceased to flick just as their attendant flies, in unison, landed on their flanks to catch their tiny breaths. a spider instantly stopped winding silk around a wasp, patiently waiting for the caesura to end. a young veterinarian paused with the syringe in their hand. somewhere, a colicky baby stopped biting its mother's nipple and nursed happily for the very first time. we're sorry. we're sorry it couldn't have been longer. we didn't know this would happen.
how it feels to stop tossing and turning and get up to piss
does anyone have the screenshot of the comment on the youtube video of molten iron slag being poured where it's a guy describing his experience witnessing the same thing written in the most beautiful prose imaginable
@f2tal @barabones with your key addition of 'seagulls,' i was able to find it!
The book of love is long and boring no one can lift the damn thing it’s full of charts and facts and figures and instructions for dancing but I I love it when you read to me and you you can read me anything
i've been making an extreme unicycling game
It's called STREET UNI X and it's coming out really soon and I just released the trailer, check it out:
there's also a demo on Steam so try it if you think it looks cool and wishlist if you are into it!
download killing upload pain. instant thousand deaths to brain. motherboard on murder spree. blood computer victory.
online chilling upload nice. posts give life a little spice. cpu is pure and true. internet for me and you :)
stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn't know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn't know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day
couldn’t stop thinking about this post
gotta lie down every time I remember this recording and the post about it
babe are you okay i saw you were reblogging “No Children (live at the bottom of the hill)” again?
Point of view of the exotic pet (part 1) (the rest in reblogs)
Point of view of the exotic pet (part 2)
Point of view of the exotic pet (part 3)
Point of view of the exotic pet (part 4 - final)
skippign and scooting across a barren wasteland that looked goregous but i kept tripping over my feet and skinning my legs and elbows on the stupid bullshit barren rock so hard i start crying and wailing like a babe in the woods but i forgot id taken like fifteen tabs of lcd a fewminutes previous so when the paramedics came i thgought it was aliens and started presenting my foul ass to them for probing because ive got a thing for that sorta stuff but it made them so angry they strapped me to their stretcher and sent my flying over an embankment into a gross ravine while i couldnt move my arms or legs but i was still tripping HARD and thouyght id finally made it to middle earth so when a horrible old man came by i tried getting him to carry me to rivendel but his piece of shit dad used to beat him with the lord of the rings books so he got pissed and took all my shit and told me i was smeagol so i spent the rest of my trip tryign to catch gross ravine fish and frogs and slugs with my lips
met a bunch of peopel who i thoght were cool because they were into these niche japanese rpg games about teenagers daelign with their usual bullshit so to learn more about their interests i tried to go undercover at the highschool near my dealers place but their securityt is locked down tight and they spotted me coming a mile away and didnt undertsand that i was there to learn how to relate to people so they kicked my ass to the curb and sprayed me with a hose so i just played the rpg games anyways and didnt even like them and they made me sad in ways i hadnt felt before so i guess i unclocked a new form of sadness and even further alienated myself from another group of cool friends i couldve made and also caught pneumonia from being sprayed with a hose in minus bajillion degree weather
becoming a regular at my gym lately because i was told by soembody who hates me that working out reallty hard after drinking helps with the hangover but im starting to think they didnt have my best inertersts at heart when they said that because i keep puking at th gym and people keep noticing al the puke around and when i show up at 5am to work off my horrible gin agony they call the gym employees who chase me away with brooms and those big inflatable gym balls which is honestly degrading but i keep goign because all the gym employees havent learned to recognzine me yet and i NEED a soluton to my many daily anmd debilitating hangovers and i cant afford tyelnol but i cAN afford a fake gym membership that my stupdi nephew made for me in art class
feeling liek eve in the garden of eden because a really sketchy lady with a sickass snakeskin jacket tried seelign me some kickass knives and blades and batons for a reasonable price but i rememebred my lessons of thge bible and denied the serpent its temptations but it turned out the lady was a fed anyways and was just rtyign to confirm my identity before siccing her dogs on me (more feds) who were kicking my head aroudn because ive been sendign them all gross seaweeds and dead fish from the beach to their personal houses that i found on my pensive beahc walks so basically ive made myself an enemy of the state on municipal provincial and federal levels due to my rudeness and breachig of well protected databases but i dunno if therye really that well protected if a dumbshit like me and my buddy coudl pierce their hull so quickly and easiily after several swigs of southern comfort wich tastes like cough syrup but worse