I can feel myself getting back into Steampunk. Only a matter of time, now…
Also, this weekend has totally ruled. Behemoth/Watain/Devil’s Blood on Friday, Goth Night on Saturday, which is always a blast, and a rad BBQ at Pablo’s today followed by the latest Muppet Movie, at which I totally cried like three or four times. Now I’m home, watching Lost Boys and taking wardrobe notes from the Frog Bros. AND TOMORROW I’ll be painting some sweet shit...
Totally decided that I’m gonna try to dress up for the next Goth Night. I’ve also decided on a persona… Howard Phillips Frog. An ancestor (or descendant?) Frog brother (taken from Lost Boys). Needless to say I’ll be visiting the Army Surplus store soon to pick up on some sweet non-civillian gear!
Why keep doing this?
If you haven’t guessed, my name is Kenny and I love thick Asians.
Weird dream about people putting sex pics on Instagram, awkwardly holding hands with a girl in ABQ (but I think I was in Scottsdale) and an old English teacher wanting me to donate books for something. And also the world’s worst Chinese restaurant, where they didn’t have teriyaki but they did have shells n’ cheese. Wtf?
So take a look at me now… There’s just an empty space. There’s nothing left here to remind me, just the memory of your face.
Behemoth tonight. If you’re there, look for me and come say “Hey”. I embrace the illusion I have friends in this city.
It might not be the right time. I might not be the right one. But there’s something about us I want to say. Cause there’s something between us anyway.
Apparently, I am only tolerable in digital format.
My night = Bed + movie + open laptop - company + ∞
Ride home = NFG + windows down - shirt.
We got it, ladies. You like Star Wars and cats. And guys, we all know you love to wear old-timey suits but you have hand and neck tattoos. We get it.
How do I get dragged into this shit? I’m going to bed.
sugarcoatme: barelyxsleeping: Can someone please just like, cuddle with me while a movie is on and just pet me to sleep? I’m lame, I know. But seriously. Can someone please just like, make sacrificial offerings with me while heavy metal is on and just have rough sex? I’m lame, I know. But seriously. But seriously.
Can someone please just like, cuddle with me while a movie is on and just pet me to sleep? I’m lame, I know. But seriously.
Annnnd I just spilled liquid acrylics on my shorts. Fuck.
Send me things to my ask box.
I never get mail anymore.
Always gives me a feeling of wonder when I get home and look up into the starry sky as I do every night. Being able to point out Mars and Venus and knowing that those planets exist out in a solar system that is but a grain of sand in the universe is so humbling. We are not special, and though the comforts of our advancement have brought us this far, the universe does not care. What is your 80 or...
Just swerved my car to hit a moth.
No regrets for what I’ve done. A mercenaries life.