January 2012
3 posts
December 2011
8 posts
“Art is a destructive process, with a beautiful outcome.”
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yahlen replied to your post: So I got a real blog
Aww yeah. (By the way, I got like half way through your video about the changes to Bytelife at like 5 this morning, and then I was just too tired to understand what was going on. Either way, I like it a lot. Great job, man.)
Sweet. It’s just a little project that I’ve been working on, but I think it’ll be fun! Also, it’s not done yet (still got lots of stuff to add). Today I made it so every user gets a randomly generated color assigned to their account, and their username is changed to it every time they post, just because I can. Fuck the police.
So I got a real blog
I’m going to keep this as my art blog, but if you want something where I’ll actually post more than once a month, it’s here:
November 2011
2 posts
October 2011
2 posts
September 2011
5 posts
sam shipps? SAM? never expected this. my worldview has been shattered. this seems to happen a lot.
No. Oh god no I don’t.
It’s just I can imagine what most of the fandom is thinking.
Australia
The Shins
Born to multiply, or born to gaze into night skies,
When all you want’s one more Saturday.
But look here, until then,
They’re gonna buy your life’s time.
So keep your wick in the air and your feet in the fetters,
To the day,
We come in doing cartwheels.
We all crawl out by ourselves.
And your shape on the dance floor,
Will have me thinking such filth and gauge my eyes.
You’d be damned to be one of us girl,
Faced with a dodo’s conundrum.
Ah, I felt like I could just fly,
But nothing happened every time I tried.
A dual tone under wall,
The selfless fool who hoped he’d save us all.
He never dreamt of such sterile hands.
You keep them folded in your lap,
Or raise them up to beg for scraps.
You know, he’s holding you down,
With the tips of his fingers just the same.
Will you be pulled from the ocean,
But just a minute too late,
Or changed by a potion,
And find a handsome young mate,
For you to love.
You’ll be damned to pining through the windowpanes,
You know you’d trade your life for any ordinary Joe’s.
Well do it now or grow old.
Your nightmares only need a year or two to unfold.
Been alone since you were twenty-one.
You haven’t laughed since January.
You try and make like this is so much fun,
But we know it to be quite contrary.
Dare to be one of us, girl,
Facing the android’s conundrum.
Ah, I feel like I should just cry,
But nothing happens every time I take one on the chin.
Yeah, Himmler in your coat,
You don’t know how long I’ve been,
Watching the lantern dim,
Starved of oxygen,
So give me your hand,
And let’s jump out the window.
