Touch me. Touch me like you didn't touch me last night.

I very very rarely get writer's block, but I've got it now.
All the ideas are there, more all the time, but they won't shit themselves out.

At least I've done one creative thing in the past few days, even if it was something I couldn't draw.

And yeah, I actually used reference for this one.

Anyways, back to music to try to get this stuff out of my head.

In conclusion, I quote modern philosopher ishitpinecones from a recent meme:

21. What would make you a good parent?
... Well I guess I wouldn't beat em.

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1) The Words of Chuck Dawg in reference to George W. Bush as our nation's mascot: http://www.livejournal.com/users/chuckdawg/1208.html

2) RULES FOR THE FUTURE from ishitpinecones:

"Rules for the future
I awake bright and early on this anniversary of it all going to hell with thoughts of entropy floating through my brain like an unwanted carcass. With that I give you:

RULES FOR THE FUTURE.

-No more emo shit. No more pussyfooting around.
-Guns are neccesary. Big guns and canoes.
-There will be no Edgar Allen Fucking Poe in the future.
-In the future, it will be neccesary to cannibalize our bretheren. Recipies for "Long Hung Pork" will be useful, if there are any.
-Fall out shelters are for squares. A highly advanced underground system of tunnels and air conditioned living pods will be contructed ASAP. This must be hastened.
-We will strap knives to our ankles using catgut and strips of recycled tire. The smell alone will repulse our enemies.
-All nightmares become real.


We will not fucking play around. We will not resort to rationality. This is a time of pure animal instinct, of martial law. I am judge, jury, and executioner. Follow me deep into the desert where we will ride out the apocolypse drinking the sap of cacti and jackrabbits. Many will perish in the fallout. But we, my friends, will only grow stronger.

Oh, and bring this man:



uhhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuhuh richard belzer."

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