Something a little different from the usual

Was reading Scott Kelly's blog and he mentioned this guy, Thomas Hooper, saying "he is the greatest tattooer in the world right now". I've had always a great respect for tattooers who are capable of doing very detailed and, at the same time, huge tatt's. Saw some of his work and, among other great drawings, I saw this one:



No wonder I've liked it, wolf howling at the moon drawing not in a queer heavy power metal way.

Where did you go, psycho boy?

They... Cannot... Touch... Her.

It gets closer and closer

No one knows your lies!

Every night I can't fall asleep I end up hearing this guys.

Valentine's Day

Atenção:
A pessoa que levar isto completamente a sério (tirando a parte da possivel dedicatória e das meninas serem putas), merece um chapadão. E isso seria pouco.

Bem, hoje é aquele belo dia do ano em que toda a gente chama bestas aos maridos benfiquistas que batem nas mulheres. Noutro dia qualquer até eu concordaria com um tabefe à senhora por levar uma mine sem estar fresca, mas neste dia em especial do ano, acho simplesmente nojento.

Noutra toada, hoje é aquele dia em que muitos, especialmente os solteiros, se revoltam por ser um dia de marketing Mas têm que compreender que há pessoas que precisam de dias em que uma namorada que não passa de uma puta reles ou que um namorado dos no name boys/juve leo/super dragões/outro grupo de arruaceiros, sejam simpáticos e até amorosos.

O meu caso é outro, o melhor que tenho conseguido é variar entre ser narcisista ou punheteiro, o que no fundo, acaba por ser muito parecido para não dizer que é basicamente a mesma merda já que acabo por foder e me foder a mim mesmo, não tenho que me preocupar com nada. (Peço desculpa às gajas e/ou senhoras que possam ler isto, sou realmente uma pessoa de muito baixo nível (penso que isto não seja novidade para a maioria). Às meninas não digo nada que meninas são as putas e, para essas, infelizmente ou não, não tenho papel nem uma banda para poder ir para a cama com vocês.)

Mas, como sou um gajo simpático (de baixo nível mas simpático), aqui fica para todas aquelas gajas e/ou senhoras (acreditem que me estou a rir só da possibilidade de mais que 1 ler este blog, quanto mais esta merda), que se sintam sozinhas e necessitadas de "carinho" sentimental, fiquem com isto e pensem que é dedicado a vocês (ou a ti).




Para aqueles que estão a comemorar, um resto de bom dia. Pode ser que dêem umas cambalhotas a partir de umas posições diferentes do habitual. Estou a torcer por vocês tal como a maioria dos Sportinguistas agora torceriam pelo touro caso o Paulo Sérgio decidisse armar-se em forcado outra vez.

Becoming an Hooligan Everyday: Mother! Fucker!

Wayne Rooney's awesome goal! Man Utd vs Man City 2-1
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Fuckin' Fuck Motherfucker! I wanna be able to do that!

Breaking in

First geocaching night, last night. Basically, it involved two break-ins in two closed parks. One Jumped over a wall and another crawl below the fence. 'T'was a very "smart" night, indeed.

Pointing the obvious

Well, I'm in the living room with my mother and she's seeing Dr. Oz's show. He said an inpressive thing that I didn't know, "anger and stress can take you to the limit".

Never thought about that. Seriously...

On other news, I think I'm going to spend 7€ in a La Trappe Quadrupel



The bigger bottle.

"La Trappe Quadrupel

A unique Trappist beer that is even put to rest sorted by year in the cellars of the abbey for further fermentation. The strongest beer of La Trappe with a beautiful amber colour. The warm taste is full and well-balanced. A little bit sweet and pleasantly bitter. La Trappe Quadruple is also fermented in oak barrels.

Since 2008, we also age La Trappe Quadrupel in oak barrels. This gives the oak-aged Trappist beer an even fuller taste with a special wooded scent, which is comparable to wood-aged red wine. Starting June 2010 La Trappe Oak Aged is available in bottles of 37,5cl and exclusively for sale at the store at the brewery.

10% vol. alc., pouring temperature 10-14 ºC"

According to http://www.latrappe.nl/

Schizoid derelict

I dedicate this to this fistfucked society

Fuck off and on your way, tell those Egyptian lunatics that they're needed here too.

Mindscape of Alan Moore

O documentário completo sobre o Alan Moore. Quem é amigo? Quem é? (O gajo que perdeu tempo a por isto no Youtube...)

Burned Out

Haven't post a Derek Hess print for a long time

Wineheart

By Jacob Bannon

Why do you love the game?

Because it makes sense.

Yap

First of all, two things. One: No, I'm not closing this dump. Two: No, I'm mot considering suicide (maybe stop supporting Sporting... Yeah! Right! Who the fuck am I trying to fool???).



Feels like I've reached the end of this road. I risk to say that, there is nothing here that excites me anymore... No money, no sex, no fun, no nothing. Everywhere I look it is all the same for a long time. Everything I do, feels like... Feels? I wonder if that is the right word... Probably not, probably yes... I miss the old days. No thrill of the hunt, no thrill of the kill. It's just dead ends and dead dreams. God, I really miss the old days, and I not a really nostalgic person. I'm not one of those persons who keeps crying about when they were this, when they done that. Perhaps I'm becoming like that. Perhaps is just a phase... Big phase this is/maybe be. I'm unable to feel like I'm part of something bigger than me, that... Fuck! Look at me, wondering through what is, in fact, nothing. Life feeds on life or the Ouruboros, have more curves than my thoughs right now... Perhaps I just need to have a shag... Perhaps I should do anything instead of just bitching... Fuck! I've lost track of the times I've written perhaps... Well, this whole shit is just a fucking big supposition. Sincerely, nothing makes sense to me, a long time ago. I've just been dragging my ass around, trying to find some meaning to this shit.I think seeing "The Body of Jennifer" because Megan Fox (Tell me she is hot, I'll slap you. Tell me she is a good actress, I'll double slap you. Seriously! A Plastic sex doll has less plastic in it than her...) is in it makes more sense that most of my life. Well, this realization at least gives me a reason to rest or, go back to basics. Don't know what sounds more patetic... Rest, starting walking the other way, or this text... Maybe the three. Not maybe, it is the three... Maybe if I get drunk enough the doors of perception will open again. I think I have a plan for wednesday... Well, going to smoke more, and listen to smoke Tom Waits. Maybe a it will show me some light...

Calm down.

Stop being a fuckin' idiot and calm the fuck down! Just calm the fuck down!

Every Day is 9/11!

Everyday is 9/11! Every day the terror spreads a bit more and every day we see ourselves deprived of our freedom. Society is fragmented, powerless and alone. Society is dying. We are dying.

Image @ DMZ #1: On the Ground, Part 1. Created by Brian Wood and Riccardo Burchielli

Wise Words

"Listen... Once you realize out what a joke everything is, being the comedian's the only thing that makes sense."

By The Comedian @ Watchmen, written by Alan Moore.

My version of the American Dream

This, at an empty New York bar, drinking and smoking.