So I've found a new activity (read: soul-sucking time waster): map making! For those that don't know, my wife & I enjoy playing table-top RPG's (Dungeons & Dragons, Star Wars, etc), & lately she's been running a couple friends & I through an awesome Doctor Who game. She needed a map for a spaceship, apparently, & I've been messing around with GIMP & making some maps for my own bullshit homebrew. I was given very little detail (don't want any spoilers) & I made this. I like it, it's crashed or damaged or something. I figure it's generic enough for anything, so, if you like it, go ahead & use it. As long as you're not making money off it or anything. =D Expect (read: don't expect) another map or three from my bullshit homebrew in the future. And check out Gamerstable, the best RPG podcast in existence. Gamerstable.com! But yeah, this stuff has been eating my life. =)
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hypocrite, sick of it
your bullshit keep spitting it, act like you're splittin it & givin it really givin it up & losin it tired of choosin it, the lesser evil test your seals best the reels check the peels for anything redeeming wings seeming like fins flap thru the clouds & grin rain down convolutions of your sin fuck it, fuck fear, fuck society fuck this hatred of what's inside of me dominant culture a vulture that's vulgar puller of teeth from the islands' reefs nothing to eat, no way to chew no one can speak w/out being spoken to democracy, my ass, a republic that's bent not blowin sass, I pay my own rent I have a job, it sucks, yours must too worried about bucks, where to move to if we have to? could you afford it, where's your savings? don't contort it, for what have you been slaving? more like paving a path of debt lining their pockets w/each of the checks you write it is a fight not called warfare for nothing people are people so it should be something better food not lawns, knights not pawns fuck the fed, get gone Part 1?
The gun shop. Why am I here? The very last place I expected to be. Not sure where I’ve ended up, but it doesn’t feel new. Just different. Scary. Maybe not scary, but tense. It’s dark outside, maybe raining. I can see the barbed wire-topped fence through the partially boarded windows when lightning strikes. The man behind the counter is talking to me, but he’s not trying to sell me a weapon. I feel like we’re friends. I trust him. He has a pepper-grinder of a voice, though. Each grating syllable makes me think he needs to clear his throat. The knowledge that there are several other people here floods me. This isn’t just a gun shop. It’s a shelter, a bunker. Things must be worse than I initially thought. Has war come to this world? How long have I been gone? Am I even the same person? I must be. It couldn’t have been that long. I feel the same, too. Mostly. I noticed the man behind the counter has stopped speaking and was eyeing me with a concerned look. “Sorry, Dane,” I say, catching my voice, his name emerging from my memory like a hatching snake from its egg. “Lost in my thoughts.” “Uh-huh, sure,” he replies, rolling his eyes. His hands are busy with wiping down an apparently dismantled fire-arm on the counter-top in front of him. “Anyway,” he says, “Do you think that this will really make them come to their senses and drop martial law?” Images and memories come rushing to the forefront of my mind. The incident at the plant, the rising opposition groups, my involvement. And you. You. Of all the people throughout this life, you. After so long, and so much, there is you. For having known you, I will never be the same. I’m not sure if that is good or bad, or if I’m even remembering it all properly. So many things can get mixed up sometimes. Of which you are acutely aware, I’m sure. --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wtf i don't even For real, though, I don't. Nor did I not. But I really did. Maybe I'll tell everyone about it sometime, but it's so whacked out! Not sure if I'll continue it. I plan to, but who knows. And no, that did not take me over a month to write. =D My oldest daughter turned four recently. We enrolled her in a little tennis class at the local county rec center. It's crazy that she is growing up so, that time seems to be going so fast. Time flies when you're having fun, right? HOLY CRAP. So yeah, it's been over a year since I've done anything around here!
Been busy, took up a new job (7 days a week!), started going back to school, got married, finally got some ink in my skin, got a pet cat.... How freaking exciting, right? Anyway, I have some material I need to get up here, but I wanted to lay some primer just to let everyone (ie the 3 or 4 people that check this out) know that they can expect some updates soon! Which, according to the blurb over there --> probably means there won't be updates soon =D But really, there will be. Hey, if you're in southwest FL, turn on your radio & check out 88.5 WMNF! Awesome listener supported radio, different shows, something for everyone. You can also go to WMNF.org and listen to the latest shows, awesome indie music, local acts, public affairs, stuff you will not hear on the Clear Channel stations! Okay, that was my bit of 'radio-activism.' Peace! It's volcanoes I'm lookin' for! Thanks, Matt Good.
Also, added some type of anthromorph to Content. Made while listening to the sweet sounds of Ebu Gogo. Thanks guys. No text, really, but I like it, so, check it. Added a terrible story with a sadly cute image to Content...
It was a doodle I did quite some time ago, I could never figure out why he looked sad, until I started writing a little narrative for it. My head is full of tragic little children's books. Check out Gorp. |
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