Saturday, January 23, 2010

New Toy




cost me a damn arm and a leg. but its all good.

Thursday, January 21, 2010

Im going in for the kill

This bitch has been in my head all day, and I LOVE IT hahha.




Tuesday, January 19, 2010




Happy Birthday Edgar Allan Poe.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have reached these lands but newly
From an ultimate dim Thule-
From a wild clime that lieth, sublime,
Out of SPACE- out of TIME.

Bottomless vales and boundless floods,
And chasms, and caves, and Titan woods,
With forms that no man can discover
For the tears that drip all over;
Mountains toppling evermore
Into seas without a shore;
Seas that restlessly aspire,
Surging, unto skies of fire;
Lakes that endlessly outspread
Their lone waters- lone and dead,-
Their still waters- still and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily.

By the lakes that thus outspread
Their lone waters, lone and dead,-
Their sad waters, sad and chilly
With the snows of the lolling lily,-
By the mountains- near the river
Murmuring lowly, murmuring ever,-
By the grey woods,- by the swamp
Where the toad and the newt encamp-
By the dismal tarns and pools
Where dwell the Ghouls,-
By each spot the most unholy-
In each nook most melancholy-
There the traveller meets aghast
Sheeted Memories of the Past-
Shrouded forms that start and sigh
As they pass the wanderer by-
White-robed forms of friends long given,
In agony, to the Earth- and Heaven.

For the heart whose woes are legion
'Tis a peaceful, soothing region-
For the spirit that walks in shadow
'Tis- oh, 'tis an Eldorado!
But the traveller, travelling through it,
May not- dare not openly view it!
Never its mysteries are exposed
To the weak human eye unclosed;
So wills its King, who hath forbid
The uplifting of the fringed lid;
And thus the sad Soul that here passes
Beholds it but through darkened glasses.

By a route obscure and lonely,
Haunted by ill angels only,
Where an Eidolon, named NIGHT,
On a black throne reigns upright,
I have wandered home but newly
From this ultimate dim Thule.

Edgar Allan Poe

Sleep?...who needs it.

Its 1:30 am and I'm still awake and its been like this for that past couple of days. So I decided that I don't need sleep...seriously.



p.s: so if you see me cracked out and looking a hot mess, I apologize.

p.p.s: if I pass out on the floor in front of you while you're talking, I also apologize

Monday, January 18, 2010

Sunday, January 17, 2010

the most beautiful suicide in the world



Evelyn McHale commited suicide in 1947 by jumping off of the Empire State Building lookout. Photographed by Robert Wiles.

Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Disney


Damn Donald Ducks likes to have fun.