- Bruiser: I'm so hungry
- Me: CAN I EAT IT
"whatever don’t kill you just makes you somber"
i made a silkscreen of words of wisdom from the lovely local honey for their birthday today. <3
That’s a cool letters I’d have a patch of that if I could
REBLOGG OF DOPE AS HELL ART BY MY LIKE BEST FRIEND! BEST KIND!
so maybe i want to have an “art” blog and post all my shitty drawings and talk about how much i hate them. i’ve been having a pretty good time drawing lately and enjoying the experience of fucking up and it would be pretty cool to have the INTERNET see it all and hate me.
is tumblr the same as therapy?
DO IT YOU KNOW I LOVE YOUR GODDAMN PRETTY ART IT’S SICK AS HELL GO FOR IT YA CB <#3 <3 and yes it is frequently used as group therapy with mixed results!
How do you see peace being able to be communicated through music?
Kool A.D’s face, I’m going to cry omg
(crying cause trust no one but they are still sooooo cute)
this was me i did this
i drew it and put it there forever
rosie asked me what’s the story with this
the story is, kelly is a wacky motherfucker
is this too weird? is this unrelatable? please comment
not weird enough , but i love it all
from a photo post called “the city below the hill” by slug-song
"You’re Already Dead Fest"
Hi this is a show that’s happening at my house apartment thing “dep church” ok come <3
it’s this saturday
big mouth strikes again costume is dope. do you still have the melting walkman?thx! still have the walkman but chipped off the drippy hot glue to make it functional again.
See you this week my dear Jane.
EeEeeeeeeeeeeeeeeEEEEEEEEEEEEEEeee yeah <3
Also really into this weird power violence band right know \forced laff. seem gay, and famous, and art. win!
Really bad at internet due to not having it and computer broken right now not to mention phone and bike lock lost and house trashed but had a riot Halloween Season and it was hellof worth it. On Thursday got a $25 Halloween tattoo, my first gun one, the Samhain parade was pretty cool when we finally took the street, a big wet rattling mob of freaks dragging on the cement blasting spooky tunes out of a mobile funeral mound. The Sleep cover band at Fattal on Friday was amazing. On Saturday we had a party at our house and no one yoloed harder than the 4 of us that live there, Gord wore the jack-o-lantern on his head, he and Nicole and Lain smashed an uncarved pumpkin on the dance floor, I smashed a bottle, we whipped pumpkin chunks around the house. In the morning the chaos looked so beautiful I forbade everyone to touch it and considered taking up the thrash zone as a fundable art form, the angle of the couch thrust against the table, the staggering clutter of empty vessels, food remains and decorative objects, the glass swept under it only as out-of-the-way as necessary, creating a clean negative space around the table, a space that was 24 hours prior wholly functional transformed into something utterly useless except to marvel at, Recreational Humyn Strike. Thrash Zone.
Oh and I dressed as Jeanne D’Arc but with a melting walkman like in The Smiths song, sry no photos and I lost my sword which I loved. :<
And I started two bands this week and started writing a zine with Stephane, so that’s not bad. I guess I’m ok. Excited about belgian comix from the Saint-Henri library, doing some drawings hopefully share soon.
I’m going to picture Oscar lost and distraught in a misty forest screaming himself hoarse whenever I listen to The Body from now on