I showed this to Mrs. Caffeine Powered, and she laughed so hard and at such a pitch that she sterilized my nuts. Sorry honey, I’m now sterile, but it’s probably better for the human race. I don’t usually talk about music here on the Omegaship. While everything invariably breaks down into snobbery and douchery on the internet, music always seems the most ignitable topic. Of course, there’s a but. But! I can’t help but be stoked for the next Between the Buried and Me album, and the fact that they tease it in such a manner only makes my butthole beat like an 808 for them even harder.
I went ahead and killed the 365 project here on Omega Level. It was with hesitation, and a single tear rollicking down my stubbly cheeks. Call it a moment of clarity piercing through the dense, tropical haze of insanity that is my internal monologue. At a certain point I figured that as I am teaching to an extent and will definitely be teaching to a greater extent in the forseeable future, I couldn’t have hundreds of pictures of myself plastered around vomiting prose about the visual correlation between feces and beef tacos.