1. Once upon a time, there was a lady who used to run out of her home with one and only one mission, which was to look for her lost son whom she was afraid had disappeared and was lost or troubled!

    She would be overly worried that he was not going to come back for some reason!

    She felt as though she had a special sense for these things that she called her very own 6th sense that he was most certainly in trouble!

    She prepared herself hastily to go out and embark on a journey to find this child to bring him back to the comforts and safety of home no matter the cost!

    …Since there’s nothing like home for the child and there’s nothing else who can possibly replace the love of his one and only mother! And she had absolute and deep convictions of this deeper than any trench that existed out there in the oceans…

    …However, it appeared that no “root cause” or “clear issue” existed beneath the surface of his mother’s mysteriously growing inner anxieties to the boy or to anyone else for that matter.  She had somehow become increasingly shut off from the world and a complete and utter enigma that many did not understand, and she began to wonder if the people she thought could understand her the best simply didn’t want to, simply didn’t care, and/or were completely against her. 

    She had become lonely, feeble, and needy to the point she was losing the ability to understand that her own son was just a child, an innocent child who needed to be taken care of and not the other way around.  Sadly, she would oftentimes unhealthily obsess over things long gone in the past, and she would find it harder and harder to live in the here and the now.

    She seemed to one by one give up her hopes, dreams, and fantasies of being many things, including being a strong and prominent hero and a good role model for her son to the point her son would often have to try to drag her home from the pub where she would go to drink her depression, woes, and anxieties away. 

    So easily she would find herself passed out and collapsed onto the ground as though she believed herself to be completely utterly reprehensible and useless.  She had increasingly come to believe that everything she had worked so hard for had been for nothing, since everything around her was turning into dust—it was only a matter of time before the universe would crumble and fall apart as well. 

    Deep inside of her, she surely wept alot even though she didn’t want anybody to know her existential crisis; also, deep inside of her, she was truly sad that she let things get this way and she was sad that she could see time running out and the Scenery of a Doomsday closing in on her.  She didn’t even remember how or when she started to feel this way and how it had gotten so bad, and it was too painful to even try to remember—it would just be easier to forget everything. 

    So, she feared she would forevermore be lost swimming deeply in her own mind searching for land with no light to guide her to shore to a place of peace, harmony, comfort, warmth, and love away from the darkest and saddest place imaginable.  Sadly, all that she could find that would provide her temporary relief was a smile on her face generated by the artificial warm, tingly, good feeling sensation that drinking alcohol brought her. 

    She was truly sorry that her son had to see her this way; she hated that this was all that she seemed to desire at this point in her life and she was confused as to why.  Tragically, her son didn’t really think too much about how his mother might have truly felt about herself and her self worth, and he walked off angry, frustrated, and tired of having to do everything for her, completely unaware of the fact that she never meant for him to carry such a big burden at such a young age. 

    She truly had wanted something better for him and for herself as well in life, was that too much to ask for?

    A little peace of mind without any of the alcohol, grief, destruction, coldness, and death…

    …So my dear son, my one and only wish is for you to forgive me and please, I beg of you, don’t hate me, don’t hate yourself, don’t even try to hate anything at all if you can.  Just don’t be evil for the sake of anything, and be kind, understanding, and gentle to me, yourself, and all those other people in this big wide world.  Please…just don’t let things end this way…it’s…just…too…unspeakably…sad.   

     
  2. tadegc:

    GEOFFREY JOHNSON;

    A native of North Carolina, Geoffrey Johnson received his classical training at the Pennsylvania Academy of Fine Arts in Philadelphia. Since his time there, he has established himself as a true innovator, successfully capturing the alluring space between abstraction and realism. A fascination with both the human figure and the powerful architecture of a modern city play a large role in his oils. Through a feeling of anonymity, figures become suggestive shapes and the skyline of New York materializes mysteriously in the background. The paintings embody the mood of each urban experience.

     
  3. Perhaps Everyday Should Be Celebrated As Grimmer’s Birthday?

    Grimmer is a bright man who has a stubborn persistence in searching for the barefooted truth.  He is a well intentioned, fairly deceptively simple, fellow who has difficulties in expressing things like empathy and showing genuine emotion to others, which makes it hard to function in a world that has never seen so many people before. 

    However, he’s adamant in learning how to best to trust and hone his own unique instincts—namely for the sake of protecting passionate people in the world like Kenzo Tenma, he’s so adamant that he will do anything for the innocent and helpless, and it’s possible as a result, he appears to be growing better and better himself without noticing it. 

    He can be quite the humble and inquisitive man who’s tom-foolish one moment, awkward yet another moment, and powerfully attuned and wistful to so many things the next.  He seems to fit the definition of the suggestion, “The people who have laughed the most have experienced the most pain.” 

    But certainly with his ability to cope, his smarts, and resources he almost has all of the elements needed within him to find all the dragon balls to restore balance to this near lifeless and unbearable void! Oh, if only it were easy to somehow do the same to the annoyingly dark and persistent things such as the Magnificent Steiner like he could do to one very large fish with grace and skill. 

    At the last moment, he is able to regain something he recognizes as his humanity that some bastards had tried to erase.  He is also able to confirm that indeed his emotions have never actually gone—they’re just taking too long to arrive—but better late than never he cries! They have been kept hidden from him in a letter that has never been sent to him before!

    At last he opens it, it is such a curious thing! It is the most captivating letter ever; if only he were a poet, he could describe it! If only he could describe it all to everyone he had ever known, especially to his former wife, his son, and his best friend and only friend Kenzo Tenma over a picnic amongst the moon and the stars of the vast and endless universe full of sadness and death yes but also happiness and life…

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    Wolfgang Grimmer fanart by SuriOokami on DeviantArt

    …it deserves to be Grimmer’s birthday everyday complete with a slice of cake for everyone and a strawberry on top.

     
  4. Frog Rain

    So in the early hours of the morning, I started off by thinking about the three frogs from the Three Frogs Building sign for no particular reason.  Not too long afterwards, I began visualizing more and more frogs to the point there was an army of them.  Next thing I knew there was an ocean of frogs and even a bunch of frogs falling from the sky. 

    So, now I suppose I can’t help dedicating this post to frog rain because it’s all about…raining frogs…and how raining frogs is even supposed to “work.” http://science.howstuffworks.com/nature/climate-weather/storms/rain-frog.htm 

    Apparently raining frogs seem to be much less pleasant in real life than it is in my head, though.  Fortunately, there are also some gliding frogs that are capable of parachuting safely to the ground, but I don’t think the frogs in frog rain are gliding frogs…

    Oh, interestingly enough it’s going to be raining tonight where I live, but I’m absolutely certain it won’t be frog rain.

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    (artwork is from www.andrewhitchen.com)

     
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He is literally the opposite of a weeaboo.




This is what I have been waiting for.

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    queen-of-the-galaxy:

    He is literally the opposite of a weeaboo.

    This is what I have been waiting for.

    (Source: greendalecommune)

     
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    Happy Fiscal Cliff Day! I figured this was the one holiday I could successfully celebrate!

     
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    I took quite a few liberties with this image, but to make a long story short, this is generally an exaggerated version of what was happening the whole night on Stinto.net.  If you did not know the “Monster” fandom likes to hold random chat parties on Stinto, and anyone is welcome to join in on the conversations via a link on Johan Rapper’s Tumblr usually.  However, these parties are held at very random times, so good luck catching the chat party train.  Unfortunately for poor nameless-monster AKA fuckyeahjohanliebert’s sake, we may have to find another chatting website.  Fuckyeahjohanliebert was basically turned into a REAL nameless monster thanks to Stinto.net screwing up on her all night.

    I took quite a few liberties with this image, but to make a long story short, this is generally an exaggerated version of what was happening the whole night on Stinto.net.  If you did not know the “Monster” fandom likes to hold random chat parties on Stinto, and anyone is welcome to join in on the conversations via a link on Johan Rapper’s Tumblr usually.  However, these parties are held at very random times, so good luck catching the chat party train.  Unfortunately for poor nameless-monster AKA fuckyeahjohanliebert’s sake, we may have to find another chatting website.  Fuckyeahjohanliebert was basically turned into a REAL nameless monster thanks to Stinto.net screwing up on her all night.

     
  10. Some of the harder to read lines are:
"It’s Friday, Friday…best day of the week!"
"tree house club"
"American Girl Face"
"OMG handwriting!"
"Best side profile!"

    Some of the harder to read lines are:

    "It’s Friday, Friday…best day of the week!"

    "tree house club"

    "American Girl Face"

    "OMG handwriting!"

    "Best side profile!"