Thread: Random Thought Thread
07-02-2015, 06:12 PM #52901Forget the dead you've left; they will not follow you.
The vagabond who is rapping at your door, is standing in the clothes you once wore.
07-02-2015, 06:18 PM #52902
I am so sweaty. It is thoroughly unpleasant.WOOP WOOP WOOP
07-02-2015, 06:21 PM #52903
Bald heads are better to glue dictionaries to though...
You don't have to worry about the person trying to get around it and by cutting their hair because it is glued to their skin instead! Much harder to painlessly remove! It is all working out perfectly.
But yeah... I personally like my hair. It is messy enough to get people to naturally stay away without me having to do anything. Like a roarless lion! And I mean... It is prettyful!
07-02-2015, 06:24 PM #52904
It was like 40 last night could have made use of it and cyrogenically frozen myself.
But yeah it is really hot here today. It is like 70, and my skin really just could not handle the heat.
07-02-2015, 06:32 PM #52905
07-02-2015, 06:46 PM #52906
Uhhhh have you been watching me, governement sent to spy on me? I actually really visited a labyrinth today and ran around in it like a maniac hoping that the good vibes from it would jump from the sides up onto me.
This is Craaazzy...
Welcome to the twilight zone.
But yes...there seems as if there could have been improvements to both the method and the desired outcome...
This is what I get for taking half a day off foruming...
07-02-2015, 07:53 PM #52907
It's in a scientific journal, so it must be true. Mmmkay.
07-02-2015, 07:59 PM #52908
Wow, can you imagine yourself in these peoples' shoes? Life is funny sometimes.
07-02-2015, 08:08 PM #52909
07-03-2015, 08:17 AM #52910
Even by doom/stoner standards, Electric Wizard's Black Masses is remarkably empty.
Satyr IX is okay, and nearly perfected feedback loops/guitar fuzz is strewn about the whole course, but I dunno. They've done better before and since, so that's swell.
It isn't fit to rip the album art of Master of Reality, that's for sure.tiny purple fishes run laughing through your fingers
and you want to take her with you, to the hard land of the winter