1. jump-gate:

    Cross Dimension 0079

    (via hirainus)


  2. "The trombones crunched redgold under my bed, and behind my gulliver the trumpets three-wise silverflamed, and there by the door the timps rolling through my guts and out again crunched like candy thunder. Oh, it was wonder of wonders. And then, a bird of like, rarest spun heavenmetal, or like silvery wine flowing in a spaceship, gravity all nonsense now, came the violin solo above all the other strings, and those strings were like a cage of silk around my bed. Then flute and oboe bored, like worms of like platinum, into the thick thick toffee gold and silver. I was in such bliss, my brothers."
    — Anthony Burgess, A Clockwork Orange (via moraginpoison)

    (via shephaestion)


  4. ninthdimensional said: write more

    Will do. Thanks homie


  5. Anonymous said: I admire your attitude towards my anonymity. I would love to actually speak to you in person but I remember times in the past where I was scared stiff and tongue tied when we would cross paths. I gave up after a bit. I can't say why. I'm sure you've felt this way before. It's difficult to overcome.

    I’ve felt that way a lot, sometimes with people I’m attracted to, but even among friends and family. It’s not something I feel entirely qualified to give advice on, because I still struggle with it. Communication is important though, and if it takes me months to piece together what I want to say to someone, that’s just the way it is. Sometimes I take too long and miss my chance, and that sucks. Some instances are easier than others, but I guess this is something lots of people struggle with who can’t always speak candidly.


  6. Anonymous said: I see you have written something. Congrats! How did it feel?

    Haha it felt ok, I was watching an episode of Twilight Zone that was essentially about fear of the unknown. That set me off, but I feel like the first line is out of place, looking back. Although my drug use might have something to do with being afraid, the line seems melodramatic to me. I would remove it if I hadn’t committed before writing to leave the post up in its entirety.

  7. Yeah


  8. Anonymous said: I apologize. You are right. Love is subjective. I don't mean to be ignorant. I was simply expressing my frustration and I did not mean to sound bitter. I just wanted you to make you aware...of what I'm not sure. Just my feelings, I suppose. The affect that you have on me...

    I don’t think you have anything to apologize for. If that’s how you feel then so it is. I don’t find your messages obtrusive or negative. If they made me uncomfortable, that’d be on me for being uncomfortable with the existence of people who want to speak to me openly but can’t for some reason or another. Shit happens. People are weird and hard to talk to but small talk isn’t everyone’s forté. If you feel like talking to me from behind a mask, I get it, that’s ok.

  9. production designThe Holy Mountain (1973)

    by Alejandro Jodorowsky

    (via retazosdered)

  10. reconguista:




    If a catastrophe caused the Internet to crash, there are 7 people in the world who have keycards that can reboot the system when all 7 keys are used together. Source

    It’s getting to the point where technology is indistinguishable from magic.
    "Oh, no, the MASSIVE INTANGIBLE LIBRARY OF INFORMATION which allows humans all over the planet to communicate and share information has ceased functioning! Call upon the seven sages whom hold the artifacts which will repair it!"

    Dude its even better than that, they have to journey to a certain location in america to combine their codes into the Master Code which can revive the internet.

    (via shephaestion)


  11. I’d like to set down this drink and this smoke but it’s hard to balance them on the edge of this knife. The unknown is a major ingredient in fear, so I understand why so many people just grab mcdonalds. You might not know something by its name, but you can taste it. People put on all kinds of shows to mask or distract from their fears in the day, but eventually a person is alone with fear. Eventually, the two of them must get to talking, or whatever dogs do when they meet.

  12. nevver:

    William Burroughs (with a pumpkin he carved with a hatchet)

    (via pringleteef)



    Once, a guy stood all day shaking bugs from his hair. After he had taken a shower for eight hours, standing under hot water hour after hour suffering the pain of the bugs, he got out and dried himself, and he still had bugs in his hair; in fact, he had bugs all over him. A month later he had bugs in his lungs.

    (Source: feckit, via fuckyeahpkd)

  14. Madame X (detail) by John Singer Sargent (1856-1925)

    oil on canvas, 1883-4


    (Source: paintingses, via cyclicality)