
Mars Attacks (1962) by Bob Powell and Norman Saunders is now finished. I hope that you enjoyed it!
(Click on pic for earlier posts of Mars Attacks!)
(via goddess-of-smut)
idk what to do with myself these days. im so bored righmeow thattt i literally feel like puking from anxiety, anddd im just gonna get drunk. fuck it.
Memories Fading, Such little remains.
Censorial Overload, what worries stay?
A life once dormant is a life now found.
Noises Repeat, Feelings so meek, Reasons too bleak.
Time shows the way.
The Subject,
The Matter,
The corrosive texture of days.
It doesn’t tend to stay.
Fading.., UN-remaining.
Chest feeling tight, What could be right?
It casts out all light.
The feeling of sorrow, and the lose of all might.
The sane do not exist in this world of machines,
seeing but never actually watching, turning their shoulder to the cries out forhelp.
Senseless, Disregarding.
Powerless til the end.
What could be done during this transition?
How does one not listen, to the reason, for which this could be treason.
Risking Ones Freedom, Ones Mind, Ones Soul, Ones Being.
You can find it all has meaning…
Waiting in the shadows, fighting an inner battle.
You can almost hear deaths rattle.
Waiting in line like cattle on an assembly line for the inevitable end.
Just like Drones, We’re all so alone.
Inhaling lies like oxygen.
Feeding into ones fears, deaf to all that attempt to change that fate,
or what was, is, or will be of these so-called “humans”
In this fashion, somehow can loose all compassion for ones feelings of the matter.
Blind to all guides of Knowledge and Light.
Unplug yourself from the rest,
You’ve been asleep too long! Wake Up!
Fight for your life, stray from the course.
Cut the “Normal” away like a knife.
Don’t strife, for in this life we’ll find that if you let things take hold.
It’ll take a toll.
Take charge of the larger scale.
You are in control….

“He looks like a total nerd, right? This guy looks like a geek, but his name’s Mike. He’s one of the most hardcore guys in the scene.”
(Source: bettyfelon, via mattbaileys)