The Only Good Cops A Dead Cop

Women led me on only to throw me aside; they mocked and tortured me when others were around, only to embrace me with passion after everyone had left.  Women sleep so soundly they seem to be dead, who knows?  Women may live in order to sleep....No matter how long I went on with my antics they would ask for more, and I would become exhausted responding to their insatiable demands for encores.  They really laugh an amazing amount of the time, I suppose one can say that women stuff themselves with far more pleasure than men.

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Sharpest View of the Andromeda Galaxy, Ever.

The NASA/ESA Hubble Space Telescope has captured the sharpest and biggest image ever taken of the Andromeda galaxy — a whopping 69,536 x 22,230 pixels. The enormous image is the biggest Hubble image ever released and shows over 100 million stars and thousands of star clusters embedded in a section of the galaxy’s pancake-shaped disc stretching across over 40,000 light-years.

Use the ZOOM TOOL to view in full detail.

(WARNING: May cause existential crisis)

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I was once on newgrounds more than a decade ago and decided after just playing some games sleeplessly there I’d make an account, feel free to stalk me on different medias.

Concerning Books of Literary Importance

In highschool I took Classical literature, creative writing, and poetic verse, I’d like to think I’ve read at least 75% of the things you were all forced to read.  of those books maybe 75% of them mattered, if that.  I found long after I was forced to read, I read and found things significant to me, not significant as a generalization, and to me that proves most if not all learning is self learning.  Don’t real what youre told to, or do and make ya own judgement, learn what you want, dont learn what you dont, as much as society hates it, our brains tend to pick their own topics of specialization unannounced to us, dont be “smart” just use your brain the best you can. 

Dickheads.

I'm left in misery, the girl I love's gone across the sea I'm all alone, I ain't got no home

Mandy was her name, sleepin' was her game She didn't care about me oh God, baby can't you see

I'm a lonely boy, I'm a lonely boy....

I never could think of prostitutes as human beings or even as women. They seemed more like imbeciles or lunatics. But in their arms I felt absolute security. I could sleep soundly. It was pathetic how utterly devoid of greed they really were. And perhaps because they felt for me something like an affinity for their kind, these prostitutes always showed me a natural friendliness which never became oppressive. Friendliness with no ulterior motive, friendliness stripped of high pressure salesmanship, for someone who might never come again. Some nights I saw these imbecile, lunatic prostitutes with the halo of Mary. I went to them to escape from my dread of human beings, to seek a mere night of repose, but in the process of diverting myself with these 'kindred' prostitutes, I seem to have acquired before I was aware of it a certain offensive atmosphere which clung inseparably to me... I had, quite objectively speaking, passed through an apprenticeship in women at the hands of prostitutes, and I had of late become quite adept. The odor of ' lady killer ' had come to permeate me...I remembered now clumsily written letters from bar girls...with all of them I had been extremely negative and it had gone no further. But it was an undeniable fact, and not just some foolish delusion on my part, that there lingered about me an atmosphere which could send women into sentimental reveries. It caused me a bitterness akin to shame to have this pointed out by someone like Horiki; at the same time, I lost all interest in prostitutes

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Here’s a song I always thought would sound better fingerpicked, of course pulling it off didn’t go ALL that well.  Here’s me playing “ You Only Live Once “ by the Strokes, one of the only newish bands I think are worth a fuck