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Reverend Fun - Trumpet Time

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Daemon Rowanchilde

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Daemon Rowanchilde

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My first tattoo. Inspired by the Gustave Dore illustration of David and Goliath. Still have another session left where I am getting a sun with clouds to fill it out. Also going to have sun rays coming across the piece, which is why Goliath’s hair looks like it does. Click for more pictures.

fuckyeahtattoos:

My first tattoo. Inspired by the Gustave Dore illustration of David and Goliath. Still have another session left where I am getting a sun with clouds to fill it out. Also going to have sun rays coming across the piece, which is why Goliath’s hair looks like it does. Click for more pictures.

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(via David Hale)

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GIRLS ARE PRETTY: You Sold Sneakers To Al Qaida Day!

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You’ve been spiraling ever since 9/11, drinking yourself into a blind mess. Tonight, a prostitute who drinks at the same bar as you will invite you back to her apartment to look at pictures of the daughter she hopes to reconnect with one day, and you’ll decide she’s just broken enough to hear your…

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"Don’t be a doormat. Don’t talk to him."

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Holy flippin’ doodle it’s been a long time since i’ve posted. I guess I’m just more of a lurker than a speaker. 

Although, I didn’t really have a computer for like two months. New Mac ftw. 

As I am writing this, I am sitting in my kitchen, hoping breakfast will prepare itself for me, and listening to the city workers doing a half-assed job of mowing the soccer field across the street. 

I kind of missed tumblr. Lets be honest, though, I’ve got like 20 followers; I’m not a big loss to the online faux-hipster community. 

Perhaps I will post more in the future. Perhaps I’ll be too lazy/busy to be bothered. 

We’ll see.

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Well, I think I’m going to fire up the ol’ blog machine.

Its lunch, its tuesday, its 12:18pm

I tried to sleep in the bandroom but the damn percussion drumline was practicing their shitty garbage or whatever its called.

I’m tired. Dang Skype.

Leftover home-made chinese food is best deposited in garbage recepticals, not eaten.

Where the hell is Moreen? isn’t she supposed to be in the computer lab at lunch?

Maybe she has a boyfriend now, wouldn’t that be cute?
Javier has a feeling that the lady is going to kick us out of the lab soon… they’re never friendly, are they?

12:20.

Sleep.

12:23

Had a good nap in Physics today. Videos about Parallel Electric Field Forces don’t appeal to me, sleep does. Having a girlfriend totally reduces shut-eye hours. i guess its worth it though.

Maybe I’ll do this again later.