There’s a rock stuck in my ass, maybe I should walk the path instead. Am I disheveled? Maybe a bit eccentric, though the taste of silver is often copper so one can never tell with those measurements. I look to the sky and for a brief moment I feel peace. It was a strange kind of peace, the kind your body never wants to share with your mind; what a selfish bastard it is. Mushrooms feel this peace, but they smell funny and are infinitely unaware of how bad their jokes are so you cant trust those little fuckers, you know? Christ, what the hell is that? A swarm of jellyfish perhaps, or maybe those are clouds. Either way they’re shaped like a giant pair of tits, well I guess i’m going with clouds then. I’m not sure where I’m headed, maybe I’ll just put this rock back in my ass and sit down for a little while, then again I don’t really like things up my ass so I believe I’ll go for a walk. Yes, I’m definitely convinced those are clouds now. -FIN-
Watched Blade Runner again today. Not like I’ve seen it a bunch of times…but anyway…
Does anyone else think that Harrison Ford’s voice is just stupid as fuck in this movie? Like just annoying as shit. I’m getting into the movie and then all of a sudden this nasally, weird-ass voice start spouting off some retarded inner monologue. I thought I was watching Dexter.
Christ, the whole movie should have just been from the perspective of the real protagonist. Different movie, way cooler. Hahaha…I appreciate Blade Runner for what it is don’t get me wrong. Just…Harrison Ford…god dammit.
The after-math of the chimpanzee attack on the owner’s friend… a good reason why undomesticated animals do not make for good pets - watching the documentary is horrific, let alone how she must have felt
I like starlings, they seem like happy and soical birds.
(Even if they are classified as invasive species and considered great pests in my neighborhood).
I don’t have personal rules I hold others to. I don’t even have personal rules I hold myself to. I am a plaything of my caprice. My soul is too aesthetic to mummify the instant and tyrannize itself or others.
Do women really just walk down the street with their friends randomly talking about blowjobs or is it only if they see a guy not paying attention to them and walking their way?