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31! fuck yea bitches! the *beginning* of the traditional downhill slide, health wise.
well really, it began between 21 and 27, that's where the health peak is, where your body stops growing and all you do is just *maintain* whatever you're life experience has given you to work with. it's possible to gain new muscle and retrain your shit to work like *butter* in ways that it hasn't figured out yet. it's just about 180% harder. actually i'm kinda looking forward to that. easy shit isn't my style.
so birthday. we were to gather at browers, but they're bitches and didn't have a table cleared on a thrusday night like they said they would so backup plan? the pike. you can't go wrong with pitchers of kilt-lifter, and for *fuck's* sake, their food is in the upper echelons of shit you get at a brewpub. i'd have said that the elysian was better, but today i went there and the menu sucked balls, there wasn't a single coaster protecting *any* of their badass dark stained wood tables, and the waitress was a worthless college whore who wouldn't know the difference between an ipa and a pilsner. dude. the elysian, what the hell happened???
good ppl w/us @ the pike. i like it. i'm starting to get a taste for the whole 'birthday celebration' thing again. and the present? jesus christ. last year lish bought me a little shard of chaos for my birthday. this *thing* this art piece that was at an erotic art glass galleria opening that stood apart from the rest. there were two of them and lish got me the more chaotic one. this year? she'd been torturing me for 5 months, had it wrapped for the last 3, and what was it? mmmhmmm the *other* one. they're both on my wall now. they really go well as a set. the chaos is beautiful, but mutant fish that contains beings within it's beings, and each swirl is yet another fragment some twisted fae aborted fetus.
this year's painting is fantastic. there seeming to be an arm that turns into an axe, a living axe with batwings of underwater coral and a core of a trapped soul that shadows a lump of breathing afterbirth as it's mass. but it's ever so much more powerful next to last year's. the chaotic mass that rivals european tales of the 'wild hunt' only seemingly at rest. the wild hunt dreaming with the malice of a half born nightmare being eaten at by a prehistoric fish. it's just *choice* and now i have these to share my sleep-chamber.
this is the shit.
well really, it began between 21 and 27, that's where the health peak is, where your body stops growing and all you do is just *maintain* whatever you're life experience has given you to work with. it's possible to gain new muscle and retrain your shit to work like *butter* in ways that it hasn't figured out yet. it's just about 180% harder. actually i'm kinda looking forward to that. easy shit isn't my style.
so birthday. we were to gather at browers, but they're bitches and didn't have a table cleared on a thrusday night like they said they would so backup plan? the pike. you can't go wrong with pitchers of kilt-lifter, and for *fuck's* sake, their food is in the upper echelons of shit you get at a brewpub. i'd have said that the elysian was better, but today i went there and the menu sucked balls, there wasn't a single coaster protecting *any* of their badass dark stained wood tables, and the waitress was a worthless college whore who wouldn't know the difference between an ipa and a pilsner. dude. the elysian, what the hell happened???
good ppl w/us @ the pike. i like it. i'm starting to get a taste for the whole 'birthday celebration' thing again. and the present? jesus christ. last year lish bought me a little shard of chaos for my birthday. this *thing* this art piece that was at an erotic art glass galleria opening that stood apart from the rest. there were two of them and lish got me the more chaotic one. this year? she'd been torturing me for 5 months, had it wrapped for the last 3, and what was it? mmmhmmm the *other* one. they're both on my wall now. they really go well as a set. the chaos is beautiful, but mutant fish that contains beings within it's beings, and each swirl is yet another fragment some twisted fae aborted fetus.
this year's painting is fantastic. there seeming to be an arm that turns into an axe, a living axe with batwings of underwater coral and a core of a trapped soul that shadows a lump of breathing afterbirth as it's mass. but it's ever so much more powerful next to last year's. the chaotic mass that rivals european tales of the 'wild hunt' only seemingly at rest. the wild hunt dreaming with the malice of a half born nightmare being eaten at by a prehistoric fish. it's just *choice* and now i have these to share my sleep-chamber.
this is the shit.