this is a great one.

sweet fucking jesus no.

yeah, produce a photo of this clipping.

hooah, that’s an unnerving one. I love the moment of Marisol’s realisation. damn...

I was 17, I used the hell out of some ICQ. my folks hated the “uh oh” noise so much.

your mom really needs to move on. trauma is one thing, but shit, man, that’s grim.

this one bothers the hell out of me. what bastards.

because I am stupid, I am listening to a somewhat overproduced version of the Ash Grove right now. I love old folk songs, they’re so haunting. have you ever heard Johnny Has Gone For A Soldier?
the idea of a ghost of a person that’s still alive bothers the hell out of me, what a terrifying concept.

there’s an old song by the industrial band Throbbing Gristle called Hamburger Lady. it’s about a burn victim. pretty horrible subject matter.

avoid all Ligotti unless you want your sense of sanity to collapse.

hooooooookaaayyyyyyy :(

oh fuck

this one is kinda beautiful...

write this as a story, and submit it to some magazine. it will sell.

I don’t care about Tom Delonge’s UFO fixation, homes.

haven’t seen anyone doing that yet. your straw man is on fire.

nope. just bad tattoos.

true that.

always say no to sex with anything that has tribal ink.

The Atomic Clock.