Harpy Friday

Good-fucking-Christ I want to murder this writer's block with an axe. Turning to physical art soon. Takes longer, might be easier.

Although I do have a story about Lincoln and pigs that I'm working on, as well as two incomplete Sir Reginald stories. Good lord, it's been so long since I did one.

Anyway, I will make no apologies for my guilty pleasures.



Not enough snacks come with Violent Cowboy Firearm Murder:



I watched the fireworks in St. Louis on this barge in 1987.

Also, it's clear that by 10 I was already A Broken Person.



In conclusion, I don't seem to have any real content to post these days.

I feel e-Empty.

I must fix this. Perhaps work on some stuff this weekend. Or I could continue my streak of Internet Fail. Ugh.

For now, a battle for the ages:



Also, blackcat2086 watched this movie at my house last week:

But declared that this clip right here is scarier.

I think she's right.

Have a good weekend, you bastards.

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