I blast the spot on the ceiling that my cat keeps meowing at with a shotgun and a demon drops dead on the ground like when you kill a spec ops elite in halo
I blast the spot on the ceiling that my cat keeps meowing at with a shotgun and a demon drops dead on the ground like when you kill a spec ops elite in halo
i love writing enough stuff that youve developed a whole system of symbolism that makes no fucking sense to anybody else so youre effectively talking to a mirror. teal is suchhh a doomed by the narrative color amirite guys
You know the Adam Neely bit that’s says repetition legitmizes? You know how they say if you hit a wrong note in jazz, hit it again, because repitition legitimizes? You know when you get near the end of Undertale and now whever a motif picks up again you feel a swell of emotion? You build your own symbolism and it pays off in time like one of those cranes that builds its own scaffolding.
mother and father issues are so valid like yeah i do take issue with the way you two behaved. Actually
[video description: a man playing saxophone in front of a large pipe. everything he plays echoes back through the pipe, resulting in a call-and-response type song. the person behind the camera claps along to the beat. end description.]
a reasonable society would base their entire economy around this
GUY BUILDING THE OTHER END OF THE PIPE: the jazz ghost is back
I looove when food is in a bowl. Frequently plates are being brought out and I’m thinking this could’ve been a bowl meal but nobody gets it
Bauhaus performing “Bela Lugosi’s Dead” in The Hunger (1983)
Bad ending