HAR HAR HAR

OLDER THAN SHIT HEAVIER THAN TIME

untold millenia ago in the unholiest wastes of hell a flash of black lightning ripped through a blood red sky of wretched writhing souls and in the crater left behind stood Tobeslerone, a pillar of hate and horror and blasphemous wisdom. this song played while all this happened

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pizza worship

today, while heading to work, i shared the elevator with that sweaty bitch liz from that stupid mtv show. my first reaction was to pound my coffee down, as hot as it was, explain to her why LOST is the best show on television, and then slug her so hard in her gourd she would fucking die, convulsing from the skull fragments embedded in her brain, right there on the elevator floor. total fucking destruction. i'd do this because i hate corporate america so much, and if given the chance to strike down a viacom pawn, well i'm all over that shit. speaking of which, holy shit did you watch LOST last night? fuck man, what a great show. so anyway, i didn't end up hitting her. dan would have been really pissed at me because he's got a huge crush on her. so i came to work and made this sick fucking mixtape instead. 7 songs. heavy psychedelic stoner doom shit. if you're a fucking wimp, don't bother listening to this because it will probably rot your brain into a festering pile of shithead stew. download and die, motherfuckers.



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burrow my way through death and flesh

Billy Filth

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insanity

i have to post this because its the craziest thing ive ever seen regarding BMX to date. Garret Reynolds props bio for props 75.

wen-o did-go, ay bay bay, E A, my name is dirt dawg, how r u?

by the end of the mid 1990s, an estimated 500 million dollars had been paid in jury awards, settlements and legal fees for catholic sex abuse cases. the number would grow to roughly one billion dollars by the year 2002. the roman catholic church spent 615 million dollars on cases alone in the year 2007.

one day i will run out of spring breaks.

A New Era pt. 2

I turned around to see the voice that was speaking to me. And when I turned I saw seven golden lampstands, and among the lampstands was someone "like a son of man," dressed in a robe reaching down to his feet and with a golden sash around his chest. His head and hair were white like wool, as white as snow, and his eyes were like blazing fire. His feet were like bronze glowing in a furnace, and his voice was like the sound of rushing waters. In his right hand he held seven stars, and out of his mouth came a sharp double-edged sword. His face was like the sun shining in all its brilliance.

When I saw him, I fell at his feet as though dead. Then he placed his right hand on me and said: "Do not be afraid. I am the First and the Last. I am the Living One; I was dead, and behold I am alive for ever and ever! And I hold the keys of death and Hades."

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In this passage from Revelations, we see Jesus take on a familiar Biblical form - one of brilliant glory and rich symbolism - surrounded and filled with gold, light, and fire. But as any believer knows, this is not His everyday form. He exists in a touch, in a word, in a thought or a feeling.

Take 5 minutes today, out of your lunch break, or before your commute, or in any downtime with which you may find yourself, to go outside and look to the sky. Don't search, don't study, don't analyze. Just stand and look (not directly into the sun!) for the full 5 minutes.

Do you see Him? Can you feel His presence?

im a blunt getting smoked and i cant wake up

look inwards and see darkness

You ask me for a hamburger. My attempt to reciprocate is cut brutally short as my body experiences a sudden lack of electrons. Across a variety of hidden dimensions you are dismayed. John Lennon hands me an apple, but it slips through my fingers. I am reborn as an ocelot. You disapprove. A crack echoes through the universe in defiance of conventional physics as cosmological background noise shifts from randomness to a perfect A Flat. Children everywhere stop what they are doing and hum along in perfect pitch with the background radiation. Birds fall from the sky as the sun engulfs the earth. You hesitate momentarily before allowing yourself to assume the locus of all knowledge. Entropy crumbles as you peruse the information contained within the universe. A small library in Phoenix ceases to exist. You stumble under the weight of everythingness, Your mouth opens up to cry out, and collapses around your body before blinking you out of the spatial plane. You exist only within the fourth dimension. The fountainhead of all knowledge rolls along the ground and collides with a small dog. My head tastes sideways as spacetime is reestablished, you blink back into the corporeal world disoriented, only for me to hand you a hamburger as my body collapses under the strain of reconstitution. The universe has reasserted itself. A particular small dog is fed steak for the rest of its natural life. You die in a freak accident moments later, and you soul works at the returns desk for the Phoenix library. You disapprove. Your disapproval sends ripples through the inter-dimensional void between life and death. A small child begins to cry as he walks toward the stairway where his father stands.

reach out and feel nothing.

You ask for a hamburger, I give you a hamburger. You raise it to your lips and take a bite. Your eye twitches involuntarily. Across the street a father of three falls down the stairs. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. I give you a hamburger. You swallow and look down at the hamburger in your hands. You cannot swallow. There are children at the top of the stairs. A pickle shifts uneasily under the bun. I give you a hamburger. You look at my face, and I am pleading with you. The children are crying now. You raise the hamburger to your lips, tears stream down your face as you take a bite. I give you a hamburger. You are on your knees. You plead with me to go across the street. I hear only children's laughter. I give you a hamburger. You are screaming as you fall down the stairs. I am your child. You cannot see anything. You take a bite of the hamburger. The concrete rushes up to meet you. You awake with a start in your own bed. Your eye twitches involuntarily. I give you a hamburger. As you kill me, I do not make a sound. I give you a hamburger. You asked me for a hamburger, but it turns out I don't really exist. Where I was originally standing, a picture of a hamburger rests on the ground. You awake as a hamburger. You start screaming only to have special sauce fly from your lips. The world is in sepia. Why are we speaking German? A mime cries softly as he cradles a young cow. Your grandfather stares at you as the cow falls apart into patties. You look down only to see me with pickles for eyes, I am singing the song that gives birth to the universe.

whhoooaaaaaa

Time to bust out your Avatar 3D glasses folks. Spooooooooky style!

big ups to Jesus Christ for dying for our sins.