you are all my favourite person

and i'm just happy to be here.

tumblurst asked: When are you going to post a picture of your balls?

I’m being asked this by my good friend Chris because a few weeks back I sent him a photo of my balls. I’m brilliant.

ifoundyourmemorycard: What up guys? It’s been like four days and I haven’t heard from you yet. Getting a bit worried about it. I’m gonna put up some of these posters around town and see if they help any. Well excited about hearing from you, we’re gonna be great friends I can feel it.

ifoundyourmemorycard:

What up guys? It’s been like four days and I haven’t heard from you yet. Getting a bit worried about it. I’m gonna put up some of these posters around town and see if they help any. Well excited about hearing from you, we’re gonna be great friends I can feel it.

Hogan hogan hogan. Hogan hogan hogan hogan?

Hogan hogan hogan. Hogan hogan hogan hogan?

004. This may just look like a pile of old greeting cards (and it is) but this actually means more to me then probably every other photo I post this year. Today my Dad found these cards, all of them sent from my darling brother in celebration of various birthdays, anniversaries and other such occasions. Now normally a greeting card is just that, but I wanted to share a few of the messages inside and maybe you’ll start to understand what my brother was actually like. I tell you in great confidence that these messages weren’t inside jokes me or my family were involved in, we were just as clueless as you will likely be. ‘Dear Mum II Happy birthday! May this next age be full of fun and Colgate. Keep smiling and remember that pears in shape are not always going to be compared to African violets. Lots of love Karlos xxx’ ‘Dearest sibling On this day of your adulthood I wish you lemon and orange scented love and diwali. May all your dreams be full of David Beckham. Lots of tangerines, oh sister how you’ve grown. Lots of love Karl and Lawrence and Mavis and Bungle xxx’ ‘To layla Roses are yellow, Tulips are sort of orange Sugar can be bad for your teeth But you are a diamond and I love you more than my abba albums Lots of love G xxx’ ‘To marko Esta dondes por amigos sandal de ‘cup of tea!!’ Isk aber est poros de santa del video ‘teenage mutant ninja turtles!!’ tee hee hee! Wasta nickolodeon por le coronoation street. Oranges. Estella xxx’ My brother was weird.

004.

This may just look like a pile of old greeting cards (and it is) but this actually means more to me then probably every other photo I post this year. Today my Dad found these cards, all of them sent from my darling brother in celebration of various birthdays, anniversaries and other such occasions. Now normally a greeting card is just that, but I wanted to share a few of the messages inside and maybe you’ll start to understand what my brother was actually like. I tell you in great confidence that these messages weren’t inside jokes me or my family were involved in, we were just as clueless as you will likely be.

‘Dear Mum II Happy birthday! May this next age be full of fun and Colgate. Keep smiling and remember that pears in shape are not always going to be compared to African violets. Lots of love Karlos xxx’

‘Dearest sibling On this day of your adulthood I wish you lemon and orange scented love and diwali. May all your dreams be full of David Beckham. Lots of tangerines, oh sister how you’ve grown. Lots of love Karl and Lawrence and Mavis and Bungle xxx’

‘To layla Roses are yellow, Tulips are sort of orange Sugar can be bad for your teeth But you are a diamond and I love you more than my abba albums Lots of love G xxx’

‘To marko Esta dondes por amigos sandal de ‘cup of tea!!’ Isk aber est poros de santa del video ‘teenage mutant ninja turtles!!’ tee hee hee! Wasta nickolodeon por le coronoation street. Oranges. Estella xxx’

My brother was weird.

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Andrew Jackson Jihad

—This is Not a War

andrewjacksonjihad:

Free New Song: This is Not a War

Hi gang! I hope your New Years and preceding holidays were good. I recently returned to Chicago after visiting Phoenix for three weeks to visit friends and family. What a great three weeks I’ve had!

Anyway, about two weeks ago Ben and I went into audioconfusion studios to record a few odds and ends and ended up with 3 songs, two for some Sweet Projects, and one for the thing that is called Occupy Wallstreet,, which we recorded with AJJ lifer and ultimate friend Dylan Cook. We admire the Occupiers commitment to non-violence and creating a fairer economy, and we hope that it continues until until it no longer needs to. This song is also kind of a prayer, wishing the greed that is undermining our country is motivated by love. I don’t want to believe that evil truly exists.

Here is my favorite perspective on Occupy Wallstreet, taken from the intelligent and funny Jay Smooth of illDoctrine.com : Click for awesome video

Here’s where you can download the song

Thanks for reading and take care,

-sean

003. I won’t lie, I felt like old balls today, so instead of looking out for anything interesting to take photos of, I instead wallowed in self pity, complained incessently and just took a photo of one half of my room because I’ll be damned if I give up this (monumentally dull) task before I hit double figures. This side of my room is where I do all my getting dressed and self admiration and occasional laying if I’m too hungover to consider being comfortable a worthwhile cause. If I forget to look around tomorrow I’ll probably do the side of my room where I do all my sleeping and video gaming and masturbating. As a side note I was totally considering doing a topless Tuesday today because fuck yeah male nudity, but then it rained and ruined my hair and I’m nothing if not a vein bastard. Maybe next Tuesday, or maybe I’ll try and kickstart balls out Thursday. Worlds my oyster I guess.

003.

I won’t lie, I felt like old balls today, so instead of looking out for anything interesting to take photos of, I instead wallowed in self pity, complained incessently and just took a photo of one half of my room because I’ll be damned if I give up this (monumentally dull) task before I hit double figures.

This side of my room is where I do all my getting dressed and self admiration and occasional laying if I’m too hungover to consider being comfortable a worthwhile cause. If I forget to look around tomorrow I’ll probably do the side of my room where I do all my sleeping and video gaming and masturbating.

As a side note I was totally considering doing a topless Tuesday today because fuck yeah male nudity, but then it rained and ruined my hair and I’m nothing if not a vein bastard. Maybe next Tuesday, or maybe I’ll try and kickstart balls out Thursday. Worlds my oyster I guess.