
An ongoing digital archive of 1,262 items (and counting) proving that I read, I saw, and I actually paid attention.







“When your feet don’t touch the ground
You won’t feel the things that hurt
And you’re free, there’s no need to come down.”











“You see, there are still faint glimmers of civilization left in this barbaric slaughterhouse that was once known as humanity. Indeed that’s what we provide in our own modest, humble, insignificant… oh, fuck it.”










