girlfriEND.

boyfriEND.

friEND.

only BLACKBOXWARRIOR - OKULTRA has no end.

Really felt it when the singing man said:

"Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning. Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration, my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture. Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick. Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them. So now here we are once again, holding as it were, a mirror up to your mirror. I guess it's just something people do"

She blackbox on my warrior

till I collapse with steven jonson syndrome on the er floor

“Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem? not the things you do but something sick inside.”

A drawing based on BlackBoxWarrior-OKULTRA

I did this because most of you Will Wood fans out there like The Normal Album :)

YOU CAN STILL REBLOG IF YOU'RE A WILL WOOD FAN!!!

( The first option's full title is "Suburbia Overture / Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally"

August 25th @ 6pm Pacific: THE COMPLETE HISTORY OF DEAD SPACE

With a loving remake of the first game achieving high acclaim and unexpected success, the Dead Space franchise has returned to the popular consciousness in a way it hasn't been in years. Dead Space was, for a time, one of the most esteemed and genre leading survival horror franchises of a decade. Yet, it's built on very iterative ideas, and a pivot to action killed the series just when it was getting started. To unravel this, I've gathered @bogleech @blackboxwarrior and @isthesun together under the guise that I'll be doing a deep lore dive on this series, when the simple truth is that this is a big essay on why I fucking love dead space. See y'all then!

Artwork by @terrafey

I mean comfort character, sorry Steinman. Also will wood songs ? Very Alex vibes

Boy you really is defective

guess who's making another sketchbook . it's me.

anyway, the front + back cover :33

urgent news about your boyfriend!!!, he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome, on the er floor. yeah... panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic... the way he spun his butterfly risked ALL 6 of his phalanges. roman candles at both ends in his synapses, too. sorry. wishing you two the best.

well he collapsed with stevens-johnson syndrome on the er floor panic attacked anaphylactic and ataxic and the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges roman candles at both ends in his synapsis and the method with which he recycled his humours trojan horsed his blood brain barrier and raised the ld-50 yes yes and through fight or flight revelation shame the blackbox warrior he skipped this town and headed straight down history shields himself from reason in a kevlar baby blue tuxedo quilted from the finest fibers flesh and fiberglass and flowers ego a mosquito evil incarnate good incognito pops placebos for libido screaming bless the torpedoes for what for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came and they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face and they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry a hymn out in hungarian harmonic and he cocked his noggin through his stoma sang for aul lang syn happy birthday to the succulents ill die your hydroponics his ribcage was a hornets nest palpitations set the beat his vagus nerve a turks head knot an axel hitch a carrick bend he wondered if christ consciousness would charge a cancellation fee auf whiedersehn au revoir he gripped his wits right by their ends for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down hello welcome why dont you take a seat get comfortable relax take a second if you need to now what's bothering you well why dont we start at the beginning growing up how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher/mandelbrot head and how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs did you get along well with the gideon bugler pineal glands your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your strd strands tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under bacchus bloody nose did namibian himbas tie-dye you your ears pierced with a phineas gage flagpole did you die before your day thursday traction tuesday titration my hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick holistic ballistics you got a better idea its about the best we could come up with what you think ideas spread because theyre good no they spread because people like them so now here we are once again holding as it were a mirror up to your mirror i guess its just something people do a bloody knife to split your infrastructure wine to rev your motor function coital machinations of the dead well you mainline your animus karate chop your abacus and learn to be an animal instead but I never did think you better than this your modus operandi causes nazi/skoptzyism and suicide why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem not the things you do but something sick inside lithium and dialectics boy you really is defective cbt dont seem effective for that cluster b accept it offer up your innocence please ignore the side effects youve lost your mind and almost lost your life before so youll be fine for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back so try to look forward now for what for what its worth if it was gonna kill you boy it would have by now for what for what for what its worth theres no more looking back its looking up or looking down

good morning :))

monologue i did based on blackboxwarrior (live in studio)

I have all of blackboxwarrior memorized beat by beat and word for word and whenever i get stressed I retreat into my brain and listen to blackboxwarrior in my head

I just want to know

tell me will,

growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming escher mandelbrot head?