Month: March 2013
good LUCK sleeping TONIGHT!
If you post photos of yourself online, what makes you think I wouldn’t take them and stitch them together?
Like I was saying…
You know something’s wrong when you start stitching body parts together for fun.
I’ve been tweeting nonsense. It’s fun. You should try it.
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“please do not step on the red carpet”
“пожалуйста, не наступите на красной ковровой дорожке!”
“¡por favor no pisar la alfombra roja!”
“レッドカーペットの上に乗らないでください！”
(I HAVE NEVER SEEN ANYTHING LIKE IT)
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The man with the anti-abortion sign around his neck.
You’re My Favorite Pterodactyl
Fuck it!
I can already feel my toes Rubbing against the area rug
And it’s pretty disgusting
(When you think about it)
That my flowers haven’t been tugged on
Since last June
Until!
I’m falling into the recycling bin
I’ll never return
No; I won’t
I’ve been a little lazy with Max MSP tutorials since I bought it a couple of weeks ago. I’ll get back into that again tomorrow.
THE RATS EAT ME ALIVE
It must be
Absolutely bonkers
Kids: Pick up your marbles
it’s neither. not paper or claye.