And we are the solution. The future is yet to be told or determined. So steer the path of which is to be desired. For the river spares not a second of calmness

Black Christmas from “The Ficsmas-bord leftovers” from the game Satisfactory if you like robotic heavy metal Christmas music. Absolutely amazing I listen to this all the time

Sick

Sick. Wish I could draw myself.

An insane asylum? Cool. Reminds me of the time I isolated my mind from others. Now not so much.

It’s the admiration of creation. I admire my creations and concepts. Often I do find myself in this trance-like state admiring the details I put effort forth.

So this is a life of maggots in a deer corpse. Huh

Aw such silly goobers

Reminds me of the time I pushed my stepbrother into the gunsmithing table and cracked his head like an egg after pissing me off (I had no intention of splitting his head, just pushing)