I'm Derek, a 20 year old university student from Canada. Anything else can be sent to my ask box. Providing you with a bit of wisdom, a lot of dumb pictures and some music thrown at you every once in a while. Every post includes free glib observations and probably gives a better picture of me than actual conversation. Stick around and you might learn something, or not. Stick around and you might laugh, or not. Stick around because I told you to and I don't want to be alone OGODPLEASEDON'TLEAVEINEEDYOU!
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Catching Elephant is a theme by Andy Taylor
This next test is very dangerous. To help you remain tranquil in the face of almost certain death, smooth jazz will be deployed in three. Two. One.
Leng T’che, or Death by a Thousand Cuts
The term língchí derives from a classical description of ascending a mountain slowly. It was a form of execution in which the condemned person was killed by using a knife to methodically remove portions of the body over an extended period of time. The process involved tying the person to be executed to a wooden frame, usually in a public place. Opium was then administered as a way to prevent fainting and extend the amount of time the person stayed alive. The flesh was then cut from the body in multiple slices over three days, often totaling 3,600 cuts or more.
This photograph had a decisive role in my life. I have never stopped being obsessed by this image of pain, at once ecstatic and intolerable. I wonder what the Marquis de Sade would have thought of this image, Sade who dreamed of torture, (which was inaccessible to him) but who never witnessed an actual torture session. In one way or another this image was incessantly before his eyes. But Sade would have wanted to see it in solitude, at least in relative solitude, without which the ecstatic and voluptuous effect is inconceivable. What I suddenly saw, and what imprisoned me in anguish — but which at the same time delivered me from it — was the identity of these perfect contraries, divine ecstasy and its opposite, extreme horror. And this is my inevitable conclusion to a history of eroticism.” — Georges Bataille
I attended the Heritage Hunter Tour with Opeth and Mastodon last week and it was a blast :D Most suprising to me was how amazing the opening band “Ghost” was. Old school heavy metal in the vein of Iron Maiden or Motorhead with Satanic imagery to the nth degree. I love bands that are serious about being flippant. The band was dressed all in hooded, black monk robes with inverted crosses and the lead singer was decked out in black and red robes and hat that imitated the Pope’s typical attire, the anti-pope, if you will.
(Source: oclophobia)
The internet really DOES have a picture for every conceivable situation :D
Jägermeister PONY!
Jägermeister, Jägermeister, Jägermeister, Jägermeister, and PONIES.
I like this evening.
(Source: puttingmannersonafeminist)
A Great Week…
…My good friend Cassandra was visiting this week and it was quite a great time :) Showed her all the sites in the area, hung out a lot, and went to 3 concerts; Ghost, Mastodon, and Opeth; Rammstein; and Attack Attack, and Escape the Fate. Quite the week :D
(Source: milleto)
