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27th July 2014

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Don’t worry, the whole world’s my hiding place. I can stand there amongst them in the day and night and laugh at them.

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27th July 2014

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24th July 2014

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POOP MONGREL: He’s a dog turd and he loves you so much. Coming soon.

POOP MONGREL: He’s a dog turd and he loves you so much. Coming soon.

22nd July 2014

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19th July 2014

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Kurt Russell Triptych screen print WIP roughs by Chris Weston

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18th July 2014

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we’re occasionally forced into games we had no intention of playing

16th July 2014

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But nothing beats the original

But nothing beats the original

16th July 2014

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There is some fucking rad Usagi Yojimbo fan art on this here internet. 

There is some fucking rad Usagi Yojimbo fan art on this here internet. 

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13th July 2014

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12th July 2014

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The Ramones - Today Your Love, Tomorrow the World

There is absolutely no time more perfect to discover The Ramones then your first day of seventh grade. Terrified, and only knowing my one friend from elementary school who also ended up at this school after redistricting, my only real priority was surviving long enough to hopefully meet a few like-minded people. That is, until lunch, when I saw and instantly fell in love with an eighth grader. She had purple hair, leather boots, and - you guessed it - A Ramones “Road to Ruin” shirt. I had never been so entranced by the human form in my life. In front of me stood a scowling punk rock angel. It had to be love.

I booked it home after school, and begged my mom to take me to Best Buy. I was way too shy to tell her why it was REALLY IMPORTANT that I learn about this band, but I think a Mom can tell. She agreed to take me after dinner.

An hour later, I was listening to “Leave Home” on my Sony DiscMan, with that sweet, sweet 30-second skip protection and my dad’s flight headphones. I had never heard anything like it. It was loud. It was angry. It was fun.

And then I listened to it again. And again. And again. 

I never worked up the nerve to talk to that girl. I can’t even remember her name. I sure as fuck remember The Ramones. 

RIP Tommy

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