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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POOP MONGREL: He’s a dog turd and he loves you so much. Coming soon.
Kurt Russell Triptych screen print WIP roughs by Chris Weston
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we’re occasionally forced into games we had no intention of playing
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There is some fucking rad Usagi Yojimbo fan art on this here internet.
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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.
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