So I have been doing a lot getting ready for December. Clearing out my basement. Fixing me art room, sewing room, and office. Working on my website and still have so much to do on it. Prepping muffs for the winter sale. The list goes on... I feel a little run down. I need a nice relaxing chill day w a good friend ^_^
As everyone will remember, on May 2013 we ran our first fundraiser to put together the budget to print Adrenochrome as a deluxe digipack.
Among the many perks we offered, there was one that went something like "let's collaborate and write a song together": Gerry and Jadei of Hope Estheim bought that straight away, and Heartless Disaster is the result of that collaboration - and one of our best songs to date.
With a great remix by Studio-X to boost, you can download it for free (or pay how much you want for it) on our Bandcamp as well as Hope Estheim's!
I really, really want to quit smoking. I've smoked for a while now and I'm definitely addicted, as painful as it is to admit. I was wondering if any of you guys have been addicted and kicked the habit, or are in the process of quitting? What helped you quit smoking? Anyone have any tips or things that helped?
The more I worry and stress about wanting to quit, the harder it is.
i started smoking when i was nine and quit a few years back i smoked over 25 yrs and basically you really have to want to quit if not forget about ive also quit other addictions its hard but u gotta squeeze your ballas and do what you gotta do . good luck chic
So I had abandoned my VF account for quite a while due to people causing drama that I wanted no part of.... It's been a good 4 years since then, but I'm back ^.^ and goin full steam ^.^
Have been concentrating on Weddings for the past 4 years, but I've finally started working on some new Muff designs. They probably wont be avail for a good month. In the mean time I will be posting some random muffs I have floating around from the last batch.
P.S. A bartender from the pace i used to work at 2 years ago was found ran over by a light rail on memorial day weekend at the Broadway station in Denver, was identified because of her tattoos… or so we were told (R.I.P. Maria)
I was walking to the store just now, and I saw this black kitty walking behind me down the street. So I called it over, and it was clearly a indoor kitty because he scampered away a little and then layed down like he wanted to be petted. So I followed him, finally got him to let me pet him, and I picked him up. His collar thankfully had a number and address. Nobody answered because it was so late, but his house was right near mine so I dropped him over the fence. ^.^ His name was Gordy and he was all back and super cute.
Marco's new mixtape, showcasing what's hot in the land of electro-industrial, with some "oldies but goldies" thrown in for good measure, this mixtape was inspired mostly by the Terminus Festival weekend.
Also included the exclusive Syrian remix of "Night Run", a taste of the things to come...
01 Surgyn - Feed Me Fame
02 Mr.Kitty - Choke
03 Blush Response - Delusional
04 Front Line Assembly - Exhale
05 Distorted Memory - Throwing Stones
06 iVardensphere - Bonedance (∆AIMON Remix)
07 Xenya Beliayeva - Dumpfe Träume
08 Covenant - Last Dance
09 Legend - Benjamite Bloodline
10 Informatik - World Of Wonder
11 XP8 - Night Run (Syrian Remix)
12 The Gothsicles feat. Panic Lift - Terminus Festival Is Gonna Be Awesome
13 The .invalid - Beyond My Reach (Cygnosic Remix)
14 The Causticles - Headbutt To The Gutts
15 Comaduster - Winter Eyes
Special thanks to Ultraculture for the "Cat From Beyond" that I shamelessly used for this month's cover!
Check out Ultraculture at http://www.ultraculture.org/
After riding on public trains and buses, I've seen some things. Now, nothing terrifying in the sense of murder or anything, but some terrifying things that are overwhelming with hilarity. I've decided to start documenting what I've found rather bizarre or funny, or both.
So, when taking public transit, you're accustomed to various types of people. The middle class business professionals, the people on their way to their tiresome fast food job, the quiet people wearing headphones and avoiding eye contact at all costs, the lady with a thousand screaming children, and more. Among the many types of your average bus passengers, there are always a strain of "others". These entries will usually contain stories mainly on the "others".
The Bus Chronicles, Part one.
It's an early morning in early summer. I'm standing in the hot sun wishing I had picked up sunscreen and thinking perhaps it was a bad idea to wear heels. After a short while of standing in the outskirts of Denver, the bus finally arrives. I get on the bus, pay my fare and try to get a seat towards the front so I can keep an eye on the stops and what not.
After a short simple bus ride, I transfer to my connecting bus. About twenty minutes of the hour long ride, the bus stops at a random stop and picks up this one "other". There were already a couple characters to mention, but I'll touch on them some other time. This guy took the fucking cake. So I'm staring at my GPS as we pull up to a stop in the middle of no where. I looked out the window, and saw this redheaded man, wearing a black, white, and green tie-dyed shirt, black dad jeans, and glasses. He steps on the bus and there it is, this MASSIVE lump on his head. I darted my eyes back to my phone, and looked out of the corner of my eye. He walked by and took the seat directly in front of me. I was hesitant to stare for fear of being rude, so I glanced up quickly.
This redheaded man was holding a handful of tissues to his nose, and had what looked to be blood dripping down his mouth and all over the collar of his tie-dyed shirt. My eyes didn't veer back to my phone, but I did manage to close my dropped jaw. His lump was now clearly a tumor. A streak of sadness and awe struck me. I tried not to be rude and finally looked back to my phone. After a few minutes the bus started to smell like burnt rubber, and the bus driver pulled the bus over.
In all my time of taking the fucking bus I've never encountered a bus over heating, but sure enough all the passengers were out side, in the hot sun, waiting for another bus to arrive. I light a cigarette and sat on the bus stop bench. The man with the grapefruit sized tumor sat at the other side of the bench. He smiled, and I shot a quick smile back. He kept wiping the blood off his face and held the tissue to his nose. I wondered various things about that tumor, I had so many questions...
A few minutes later, he looked at me and complemented my hair, I had just dyed it so it was obnoxiously bright. I said thanks and smiled. I wish I had commented on his deformity. Eventually the new bus came and we resumed our journeys. He got off a few stops later, and I never saw him again.
Talked to my little brother, I haven't seen him in forever. I've missed him so much. He's graduating and getting his BA in psychology, tomorrow! And he's a almost two year younger than me! I'm so unbelievably proud of him! I'm so happy I could cry, really.