Okay so I followed this video about foreshortening and…
Sycra. I love you so much for making this video.
WHY CAN'T THERE BE NICE THINGS LIKE THIS?! WHY CAN'T WE HAVE CHIMERAS?
I’m not saying James Gunn shouldn’t have been fired. I’m neutral on that subject. He’s a grown man who said some awful shit, and while it was many years ago and he has somewhat apologized for it, I can’t fault people for being uncomfortable.
But I have to question very, very aggressively anything that seeks to get progressives to amplify the reach of a white supremacist who is trying make people believe in child molestation cults that secretly rule the would, and thinks that most rape is imaginary.
The fact that this is getting people to support megaconglomerates as moral authorities and encouraging people to treat clearly fraudulent accusations of child molestation more severely than genuine rape cases is also… Concerning.
Like, if it came out 6 months from now that this was an orchestrated campaign of propaganda, I cannot say I would be surprised.
Florida is the apparent epicenter for the living dead.
Started to play the Metal Gear Solid collection pack. Since the games go from Mgs 3: Snake Eater, Mgs 2: Sons of Liberty and Mgs: Peace Walker I plan on playing it by story time line starting with Mgs 3.
I'm a happy motherfucker.
listening to phil collins
It's entertaining. To be honest I'm enjoying this whole thing. It's like an out of mind kind of deal, to which I am the surgeon looking down into the brain of a young man whose life is in my hands.To which is quite interesting since I'm performing my own surgery.
It's to my understanding that I do enjoy looking deeply into my life and how it spreads to others, effecting them. I have been quite a good man to many and to quite a few a mother fucker. To all, I agree with. I have been a paragon to many as possible. It's in my nature to be so. Whilst it's also in my nature to be a bastard to those who have it coming or to those who I believe deserve it. I find myself in the nature versus nurture ordeal a lot of the time. But in all honesty, I try to stay in line out of how I believe things should be. Then again this rule applies to every living soul to walk across the crusty earth.
As I dissect into the lobes and folds and vained grey bits of this young man I find that he's never really cared for much. That he takes life for what it is. A good joke. To me a good joke has a meaning and a good joke has a downside to it all.
So far all I can do is laugh at the irony, the bits of bullshit and how cliched the world is. Could my life be scripted? Written into a cheesey series of novels that some teens will read, thus pushing the sales into movie territory and thus a cheesey movie of my life will be made. I find that my life will be as it is while more will find it to be more than an average joe's. It's up to them to make me seem more than I am. In some other dimension or universe, I'm just character on a page. But in my dimension or universe I'm a self noticed teen who already cracked the fourth wall and yet hasn't the care in the world. Take in all the little things and make a big deal out of them. Take in the big things and make them as small as possible. Keep everything you love close and stay aware that you're still alive even though I find myself in situations that I believe wouldn't happen to a goof like myself. Such as coming across things like a great girl, a good moment or even a song to speaks to me. I find myself in the fourth wall conundrum where I think I'm either reliving a moment through death and through time (so it goes) or I'm dreaming.
A rarity this boy might be, but alas he's flawed and easy to pierce. Many young adults can agree with him, that is if they knew him before he was drained of what sense he has left, filled with chemicals and then operated on. Maybe he's a dying breed. Maybe he was an old soul. Time to preserve this specimen is running low.
I came up with this comic back during the BP oil spill, but it’s as relevant now as ever; the spill is still causing damage, but few people care now that it’s ceased to threaten anything big and cute in an immediately visible fashion.
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ANIMALS IN ORDER OF APPEARANCE:
Dumbo or “flapjack” Octopuses Ceratoid Anglerfish Sea Cucumber and parasitic Pearlfish Bobbit Worm Pistol Shrimp Salps forming a Blastozooid Planktonic Crab Larva, Copepod and Foraminiferan Boxing Crab with its symbiotic Anemones Glaucus atlanticus or “sea lizard” preying on hydrozoan Red Snapper with Cymothoa Exigua or “tongue biter” Flounder Corpses Media Shill Bottle-nosed asshole
Remade and touched up some playlists and mood boards so here they are
The smell of misty midnight woods and the feel of the itchy truck seating. The sounds of lonesome folk guitars and gravel on the road. You’re following that light through the trees and really hoping your friend was the one that just put Black Sabbath on the radio …
The dreams are getting hard to ignore and the nausea’s getting to you, and as hard as you try to fight, something else in you wants to come out. For the time being though, just get back to the palette and pencils. There’s a story to paint, and if you can get that something onto canvas, it might be the catharsis you need. Just keep your chin up and look for bluer skies (and silver discs).
You’re not the asshole you used to be, but something else entirely. You’ve endured the week all for this day so treat yourself to something weird and mean. Let the taste crawl down your throat and into your mind. Lock the doors, turn the lights off, and let the void wash over. You’re here, you’re angry, and you’re gonna remind the voice in your head you don’t forget and sure as hell don’t forgive.