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Video 19 Oct 4 notes

Fuzzy

Text 19 Oct 3 notes

kittygory replied to your photoset “10/16/14. Reno, Nevada. Mastodon, Gojira, Kvelertak. Most awesome…”

And who are all these people you mention?

Mastodon is my favorite metal band.  Gojira is pretty awesome too, and Kvelertak were good but I’ve never really listened to them.  Brann Dailor is the drummer for Mastodon, and Brent Hinds is the lead guitarist.  They both provide backing vocals too.  they were really cool guys.  freaking awesome!

Video 19 Oct 3 notes

We hired darth vader. Pretty tree, stupid minecraft handbook. Awesome sesame Street gameboy game, peculiar donald duck plaster lamp, ass puzzle, super old lunch box and thermos, obama toilet paper!

Thrift store finds, yes. Minus the obama paper. My friend bought that

Video 19 Oct 3 notes

10/16/14. Reno, Nevada. Mastodon, Gojira, Kvelertak. Most awesome night of my life. Met Kvelertak, had a beer with Brann Dailor and Brent Hinds.

Text 12 Oct 1 note

I wrote a good poem tonight

but then I accidentally hit the backspace button at the wrong time and got stuck on the confirm navigation screen.  goodbye poem…

Text 11 Oct 1 note

Still been really hard to write a good poem.  I’ve had too much shit on my plate (and mind) as of late.  was about to start building an AR15 but my truck got pretty fucked up and now I have to take care of that instead.  Is what it is.

Text 11 Oct 13 notes The Mask of Autumn

Watch the skies change.

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Breathe…

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Sweltering bright days

pushed out by cooler winds, 

fallen leaves, rainfall and

dimmer lights to curl up under.

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Autumn wears a crisp amber mask

so misleadingly gentle.

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"No more pain."  Say the silver plated clouds,

tarnished, ready to unleash winter’s fury.

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…And we look up in awe,

gleefully welcoming the grey resolution 

of another years end.

Link 6 Oct Calaveras Humane Society Thrift - Arnold»

sorry I haven’t been around much lately.  Life took over, and while that is no excuse for not checking in on the people I do care for on here, I do sincerely apologize.  Thank you, and have a lovely day!

Link 3 Oct 1,927 notes Mastodon "The Motherload" and The Only Opinion that Counts»

sexpoleandmma:

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This week has been an interesting one. At the end of August, I danced with some friends for Mastodon’s new video, “The Motherload”. We were stoked about it. Twerking in a metal video?! Unheard of! We came from varying backgrounds, classical dancers, pole dancers, strippers all nervously…

They’ve gone in an interesting direction, but Mastodon is still my favorite metal band.

Link 27 Sep 1 note Bored on a Saturday night finds out Amon Amarth is playing two hours away»

yup.  I “memed” myself.

Text 26 Sep 605,314 notes

asian:

If you think about it potatoes don’t really get all that much credit

they’re fucking awesome

this one thing here

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can be made into:

different variations of fries

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regular,

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curly,

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waffle.

It can be made into chips

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or ruffly 

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you can make hashbrowns with it

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even a salad

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add some fuckin cheese to those potatoes

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you can have it sliced and diced

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or baked

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you can make tater tots

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hell you can even eat the skin

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or just have little potato nuggets

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thank u potatoes

potato appreciation post

Don’t forget about mashed potatoes, duchess potatoes, potato pancakes, potato bread or potato soup!

(Source: spoopy-dad)

Text 24 Sep 8 notes Go Fuck Yourself. :)

Oh how smart you are!  

Oh how intelligence spurts 

from your fingertips,

like runny shit from your asshole

or rather, your mouth.

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Look bitch…

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Fuck you.

Fuck you, and fuck off.  

Fuck you, and follow me, not.

Fuck you and take your naive labeling attitude 

and shove it up your ill-informed ass.

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How long has it been since you’ve known me?

How long have we been friends, 

and have talked to each other,

and have have hung out?

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Oh…  

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I…  I guess you don’t know me,

and we aren’t fucking friends,

we do not talk or hang out,

so I guess you wouldn’t have ever known

that my uncle, the greatest guy in my life is gay,

and I do not run scared from his homosexuality.

I guess you wouldn’t have ever known 

that I had a crush on a girl who is gay,

wrote a poem or two for her on here

and I did not run scared from her homosexuality.

I guess you would not have known 

that I spent the day at my county fair in 2005 with my gay friend Jason

and I did not run scared from his homosexuality.

I guess you would not have known that 

I have a friend in Croatia,

and a friend in Oklahoma who are both gay

who I communicate with them regularly,

and that I do not run from their homosexuality.

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Dare I say again that,

you don’t know me?

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Dare I acknowledge your 

worthless opinion about the kind of person I am

that you based off a single post that

I took pleasure in reblogging to my dashboard.

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Dare I cower away 

when I am accused of being something that 

I am not?

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Well,

there will be no petty arguments with a person

or people,

or rather, fucking clueless dunces who are, (cue sarcasm)

on such a higher level than myself,

who have never met me and yet know me so much better

than my own goddamn self.  

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When you accuse me,

when you call me out,

when you go out of your way to try to sound smart,

try to feel good and give me some 

"shame on you" bullshit opinion,

expect a poetic backlash,

because arguing, you see,

is not worth my time.

Text 23 Sep 2 notes A Day in the life #1

Sitting in the hospital lobby, I yawn. I decide to go get a cup of coffee from the little cantina/ cafe area.

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cashier: cappuccino or coffee?

David: coffee.

C: $1.09 please.

D: Okay (hand cashier my debit card)

C: Do you need a receipt?

D: Yes please.

C: Umm… (seems to struggle with printing a receipt)

D: You said 1.09?

C: Uh, yeah.

D: No problem, I can remember that. Thanks have a great day.

C: Thanks, you too.

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I go back to my seat, continue shopping online for gun parts, accessories and apparel of course and the cashier comes walking up to me. This doesn’t surprise me. -An attractive male in his twenties sporting a slightly un-kept beard, masculine musk composed of yesterdays dried sweat and stale cologne, and a pair of $80.00 nike’s on my feet.- You can imagine how a man of my stature is used to such attention.

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Anyway, back to reality, the cashier walks up to me.

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C: Sir?

D: Yes?

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She mumbles something with a small and nervous voice. My idea is that she wanted to give me my receipt. This interruption, taking me away from learning more about the FN Five-seven is something that at 8:38am in San Andreas is something I will forgive. I walk to the register, and she walks back to get someone who I assume has more authority, or is more qualified to get done what needs to get done.

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D: Did you need me to sign a receipt or something?

Manager: No, you were accidentally charged $101.09.

D: Expensive cup of coffee…

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She sighs, expressing embarrassment.

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I immediately feel smug. Having worked retail and service/food service industry for over 6 years, I know how easy it is to make a mistake. No intentional harm had been done. No one went out of their way to inconvenience me.

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The manager makes a phone call, goes through a short series of steps, refunds my money and gives me my receipt.

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M: I’m so sorry. If there are any issues, please come back and we will take care of it.

D: Not a problem. It’s alright, things happen.

M: Thank you for your patience and understanding, the coffee is on us.

D: Of course, thank you, have a great day.

That my friends, is how you get a free cup of coffee at the hospital.

Text 23 Sep 1 note

thesmithyofmysoul replied to your photo “The highlight of my day. Poetry and guns.”

in such good company! cool!

I know right!  I’ve decided to never move, stay single (or marry an old woman with lots of money) and buy lots and lots of guns and then die at the age of 387.  My skin will still be tight, my health will be impeccable, and I will have learned to breathe underwater without gills.  Oh and the death will be due to fighting an a two headed albino grizzly bear, bare handed.  We will both die.  Her because I will have been extensively trained in bear tactics, and me because I will have neglected to stretch before the fight.

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I really like what I just wrote.  It’s ridiculous.  

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Anyway, I thought you’d appreciate the photo. :)


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