I'm gonna try this out. I post and do what I like - at my speed. I'm a lean mean rude radical dude. So enjoy, if you're into that sort of thing.
So let me tell you about the shittiest parent on the motherfucking planet.
I work at a grocery store and this man comes in with his 11 year old son. He buys a pack a cigarettes and a two cases of beer. The son was holding a two dollar drawing pad and placed it on the belt and I guess the dad didn’t notice it at first but when I was about to scan the pad he asked where’d it have come from and turned towards the kid and asked “Did you put that shit up there?”. He told me to put it back and then told his 11 year old child that he “ain’t paying for that gay ass notebook.”. So I looked at the kid, who was close to tears and saying how he ran out of paper at home and my heart broke. So I gave the pad to him, for free, and told the dad I would take care of it. I gave the kid some tokens for a game outside and said I would look forward to buying some of his drawings and paintings when he’s all famous. He kids face was so priceless and I thought everything was good. But then, about 10 ten minutes after giving the kid his notebook, I walked outside and saw this. The drawing pad all ripped up and tossed on the pavement. I could only imagine what happened in the parking lot, but I know that that poor kid heart is fucking ripped apart, just like this pad.
I’m fucking horrified that there are parents like this, who, just because it’s not masculine or gender specific they won’t let their children follow their true passions or explore interests that lead to their happiness. Even more so, I’m horrified that parents don’t care about the fine arts anymore because it doesn’t have job security. Since when did it ever matter to a child if their passion makes them money or not? Parenting is about supporting whatever makes your child happy. Have some fucking consideration for your child’s wants not your homophobic and anti-art ideals.
I just hope this leads to an artist version of Batman.
A life of creative vengeance.
(Source: a-game-of-romance-and-winchester)
Mob of the Dead Easter Egg song “Where are we going” - Call of Duty: Black Ops 2 Malukah (by kevin sherwood)
Are we all blinded
by fear?
Beginning
I realized for the nth time the emotional wreck I am.
Right now I know I subconsciously sabotage relationships, to get an
Emotional response from people. If it can’t be love then let it be hate.
Doing it every time to know I still can feel something even if it is sadness.
Only my family which somehow still loves me is the only thing averting me
From joining the fucking choir invisible.
I wish I hadn’t buried myself beneath all these masks.
Though I wish my act was over, I still have a part to play. Sadly.
