The old guy who walks past my apartment window around lunch time most days throwing a yo-yo stopped long enough for me to get a closer look, and folks, it’s a Duncan Imperial in either white, cream, or, maybe even glow-in-the-dark (whoa)

Imperials are the highest form of yo-yos.

becoming increasingly more and more immune to propaganda every time i wash this shirt

lots of people seem to always make infomercial counter-example errors when they try to achieve my personal goals, on account of two things: 1) their fundamental attributes 2) their not heeding my advice, or worse, taking other people’s advice.

it won’t do.

ideology is a hell of a drug.

“You just listen to the old Pork Chop Express here now and take his advice on a dark and stormy night when the lightning’s crashin’ and the thunder’s rollin’ and the rain’s coming down in sheets thick as lead. Just remember what old Jack Burton does…”

oh man, big rip mark lanegan https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=GAKSWBByb8o

everyone posting lathe of heaven jokes caused me to read the lathe of heaven today, thanks people, ggwp

sfpd just acquired one of these tactical units, unbelievable

the lights on my deluxe-reverb reverb/tremolo pedal are hella bright, took three layers of masking tape to make bearable

keeping it going 4x (but really like six months into consistently trying)

having never done this before, it is very wierd noticing (nobody else would) posture changes, shirt fits, etc!