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Hex, cyberpunk death god, at your service. Much like several other users of this website, I am a repugnant and fatally flawed human being, and often frustrate myself to the point of throwing chairs through windows.

Most importantly, I am a follower of the left-hand path, with no patience for theistic dogma or other manners of rationally unsound belief systems. My moral philosophy is quite liberal by most people's measures, and I pay no (conscious) attention to socially conventional standards of dress, thought or behavior. If you don't share these qualities, or at least respect them, you are not likely to find a great deal of comfort here.

What you are likely to find here includes opinionated ranting, an abundance of vulgar language and violent hyperbole, fashionable humans, decadent aesthetic displays, excellent music, video games and manga that I like, existential despairing, and anecdotes about my captivating personal life. Several may be combined at any given time.

Creature of the night, pacifist, artistic hack, 4w5, asexual. Lover of old-school goth, industrial and the ultra-heavy beat. I am somewhat of a morbid soul, but I think that comes with the territory of posturing as an individualist. In my abode, we have tea, fine wine and croissants at all hours of the day, revel in our mortal vanity, and appreciate all of the dark things in life.

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Rulers have always taken care to control the education of the people. They know their power is based almost entirely on the school and they insist on retaining their monopoly. The school is an instrument for domination in the hands of the ruling class.
Francisco Ferrer, Anarchist proponent of the “Free School Movement” (via liberationfrequency)
Tagged: religion, typography,
Source (tauntingpanda on Flickr)

Source (tauntingpanda on Flickr)

Tumblr, you would do well not to post anything else from my queue before I’m finished writing it.  I’m going to look crazy if you do that, because everyone will see that I write drafts of everything like I’m high and unable to think coherently.  Where will I be then?

Technology can be a foul beast.  And with that complaint aired, back to our regularly scheduled programming…

My chameleon, Leon (Scott Kennedy), was prescribed antibiotic injections this morning.  This is his good side, from the waiting room at the vet clinic.  His other eye is fucked up and infected, and I have to get the swelling to go down before the vet can tell if he can still see out of it or not.  So, shots.

He needs ten shots total, which I have to give over the course of a month, once every third day.  His medicine is also, conveniently, unstable and degrades after a week, so I can only get two doses at a time from the vet hospital.  Every one of those counts as a new prescription, of course.  Capitalism is the best.


Now, the good part - I was planning to go on vacation this Saturday. The pet sitter I had lined up is like most of the other people I’ve known, one of those people who likes my cuddly kitty-kittys enough to put up with all my other weird exotic things that give them nightmares.  She gives Leon that look.  I know that look because it’s the one I used to get when I was in high school.  At least at that point in my life, I didn’t know it was because everyone was viewing me on the same level of desirability as a small bug-eyed lizard with two toes, or I probably would have even more self-esteem issues in the present.
Anyway, she’s already squicked out by him, so I imagine that if I suddenly foist, “I also need you to get over your phobia of scaly creatures in two days, well enough to comfortable holding my chameleon down to administer injections in his legs” on her, I’ll come home to some ugly pending-lawsuit-type situation where my pet sitter has stabbed herself with a reptile hypodermic and wants compensation for emotional duress and a tetanus booster.  I’d like to avoid that.

Basically, I can’t go on vacation anymore because I have to stay here and shoot my lizard up with drugs.  You have no idea how excited I was to announce my plans to go to the beach and sit inside and read a big pile of Tolstoy works with classical music on - but, everybody, I will be here this weekend and all of next week, like always. I know that comes as a huge relief to all of you and you have no idea what you would’ve done without me, but you don’t have to worry anymore.  I am here, my children.  Do not despair.

My chameleon, Leon (Scott Kennedy), was prescribed antibiotic injections this morning.  This is his good side, from the waiting room at the vet clinic.  His other eye is fucked up and infected, and I have to get the swelling to go down before the vet can tell if he can still see out of it or not.  So, shots.

He needs ten shots total, which I have to give over the course of a month, once every third day.  His medicine is also, conveniently, unstable and degrades after a week, so I can only get two doses at a time from the vet hospital.  Every one of those counts as a new prescription, of course.  Capitalism is the best.

Now, the good part - I was planning to go on vacation this Saturday. The pet sitter I had lined up is like most of the other people I’ve known, one of those people who likes my cuddly kitty-kittys enough to put up with all my other weird exotic things that give them nightmares.  She gives Leon that look.  I know that look because it’s the one I used to get when I was in high school.  At least at that point in my life, I didn’t know it was because everyone was viewing me on the same level of desirability as a small bug-eyed lizard with two toes, or I probably would have even more self-esteem issues in the present.

Anyway, she’s already squicked out by him, so I imagine that if I suddenly foist, “I also need you to get over your phobia of scaly creatures in two days, well enough to comfortable holding my chameleon down to administer injections in his legs” on her, I’ll come home to some ugly pending-lawsuit-type situation where my pet sitter has stabbed herself with a reptile hypodermic and wants compensation for emotional duress and a tetanus booster.  I’d like to avoid that.

Basically, I can’t go on vacation anymore because I have to stay here and shoot my lizard up with drugs.  You have no idea how excited I was to announce my plans to go to the beach and sit inside and read a big pile of Tolstoy works with classical music on - but, everybody, I will be here this weekend and all of next week, like always. I know that comes as a huge relief to all of you and you have no idea what you would’ve done without me, but you don’t have to worry anymore.  I am here, my children.  Do not despair.

Sascha!

Sascha!

“Nagorny Karabach”- Einstürzende Neubauten

[“A Cat on HMAS Encounter” from the Australian War Memorial Collection]

[“A Cat on HMAS Encounter” from the Australian War Memorial Collection]

Tagged: cat, black and white,

“the year is 2027, it is a time of great innovation, and technological advancement, it’s also a time of chaos and conspiracy… i don’t even know which side i’m on”

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