What’s wrong with Shaye’s legs?
What’s wrong with Shaye’s legs?
Well, in Robocop, I get blown up to smithereens and there’s nothing left of me. And you know, that was a dummy up there up in that crane control booth, but dressed in my clothes, so they actually blew him up. They took the tattered clothes off the dummy and gave them to me. I still have them. They hang in my closet in my bedroom wrapped in plastic, like Laura Palmer was. - Ray Wise
(via braindomme)
this is the other sticker I am making for the death of self/ctttoaff tours.
stickers i’m making for the ctttoaff and death of self tours.
EXCITE!
after the David Liebe Hart show (which was fucking weird anyway) I stumbled downstairs and went to bed. About 2 hours later the dogs woke us up by growling and barking. So, I got up (drunkenly) to check what was going on and I heard a sound in the furnace. It turns out that my cat Bruce has decided (for the 2nd time) to get stuck in the furnace. There is a bunch of shit in front of the door to the furnace room and you have to use a screw driver to pry it open. It is no easy task, especially at about 4:30 in the morning. So, I get him out of the furnace and then reach for the light switch so that I can go back to bed. A picture frame falls off of the wall right by my hand and for some reason I decided that it would be ok to throw it on the ground. Glass everywhere. What a fucking mess.
there is someone tapping on the floor of the record store upstairs, which is right above our bedroom. it is really annoying. they have been doing it for 25 minutes. I want to scream.
EMBRACE HIM.
A/S/L?
A/S/L?
