"How the fuck did this thing even stay up so long?" I murmured as I removed the last of the adhesive tape from the corner of one of the many posters above my bed's wall. A voice from the room

Just as I was about to announce the winner of my recent contest, I found out that he had a severe accident. This was last night. This is hard to talk about. I'm still in shock. This can't really be happening.

HI all, Crypto sludge here. Only a month passed since i reached 100, and i just hit 200 followers!! w00 h00! (by the time i finished this post, it was 202!!! - thank you!) Would like to use this opportunity

(This is the first of a weekly post I hope to start doing where I take a look at various films and give them a review/evaluation of sorts) The 400 Blows (1959) Warning: Slight Spoilers Ahead I feel I must

Nominate your favorite photographer, and you both could split the SBD rewards of this post 50/50! Every entry gets a complimentary upvote from yours truly as well. [This is my image, but I'm not entering

So, there's a showdown going on thanks to @flaccidfervor, and I'm trying to come in as a contender: assuming, of course, that anyone will find my photography worth nominating. Still, it's a nice reason

Dirty apartment and personal residence. Written via smartphone browser 4:21 PM (GMT). Sunday, 18 February 2018. Minneapolis. Hey, look, I decided to write this post right after smoking cannabis at 4:20

Notes on a 17 December 2017 acid trip in the living room of a dirty apartment, with the compiling of these notes having first begun on 1 February 2018 in Minneapolis. About a month and a half ago, I undertook

Lost? Start from the very beginning here! Or find the previous chapter here! Chapter 15 Cemone had become accustomed to trudging through the dark. Doing so required patience, concentration, and the refusal

There was a fairly brief period of time around the age of 17 I started getting these strange feelings of warmth from glossing over my old collection made up Genesis and PS1 games. I was always fond of

"Panic…" Nachary Zewell says in his sleep, head resting in the crook of his elbow upon arms folded atop the bar of La Ville de la Vague Vapeur, his index finger tapping rapidly upon the countertop.

This is part one of a three-part blog diving into the ways I was shaped and molded by the internet into the weirdo I am today. I warned y'all. Without sounding hyperbolic, it's safe to assume that the

Being a huge film buff (read: FUCKING NERD) like myself, there tends to be certain little things you notice after binging and rewatching so many movies. A particular genre of film I've always admired greatly

Through the suggestion of my comrade @riotdog, I have finally managed to get around to scrounging together an introduction of sorts after weeks of procrastinating and being a lethargic lump. My name is