Wait that picture sucked, better one where you can actually see the dam thing. Thank you friend’s mum who knitted it.xxx
Me sporting my pretty darn kool frog hat that was gifted to me for my birthday. I have one just like it for you put it on and afterwards I suggest we all go visit the brain-slug planet.
Pawel Kuczynski’s satirical art. Take a moment to look at these properly.
This guy is not even slightly in the area of fucking around
I am constantly troubled by the thought that if all humans died tomorrow my cat may never taste cow again because of an acute predatory handicap.
When I was a kid I’d get so excited about Christmas that I’d start to feel a little pleasantly sick. I’d try to recreate the feeling all sorts of ways and got really close once when I lay stomach first on the swing in my backgarden then swung back and forth for half an hour. However, that feeling soon graduated to legitimate sickness and I puked on a tree.
They tell me that I only get the one shot at this you know, and if that’s accurate us perpetually teenage twenty somethings really need to get going with whatever we are supposed to be doing. Up until resently I was conviced that none of this was my fault, resession and over education had blighted my generation, cursing us all to lifetimes of ill fitting customer service jobs. But I was being narrow minded, blinkering myself out of fear of the big bad world were work doesn’t have to mean nine to five, one day I can be brave and create work for myself. I wish the optimism of my very young childhood could flood back to me and I could hold onto it. I’ve spent my entire sentient life trying to grow up and now all I want is to truely believe that I could be an astronaut.
Been playing to much GTA 5 and now this song is stuck in my head. Perfect soundtrack for insomnia. Yes Bob it IS strange how the night moves.
Just discovered Wormwood and am loving it. Especially Ben Templesmith’s artwork. Awesome read it.