The Twelve Days Of Sodom
japcoregalore is the best. Thank you!

japcoregalore is the best. Thank you!

I can’t even flaunt my rockin’ body on Instagram without getting hate.

I want to live in a big old barn that looks all old and shitty on the outside but is fully furnished on the inside.

If they ever make a Marlboro Barbie Mattel should model it after me.

1600th post.

Enjoy my left nipple.

1600th post.

Enjoy my left nipple.

When I was a kid I had this reoccurring dream at least once a week for a few years.

I would be wondering around this vast open area, it was really hazy, quiet,  and kind of dim. I was surrounded by huge piles of twisted metal. In my peripheral vision I’d see little movements.

(I’m not sure how young I was when I had these. I’m assuming pretty young, because I remember carrying my blanket around in these dreams.)

It was weird. I wasn’t scared. I was just wondering around looking at everything.

Then out of no where I’d hear this horrifying sound. It’s hard to describe. It almost sounded like some sort of war horn, but extremely low. It made me sick to my stomach. Then tons and tons of little people seemed to appear from around and inside the piles of metal and would scatter frantically, at which point I, overcome with extreme fear, would too.

Then I would wake up.

What the fuck kind of dream is that for a kid?

I’ve been having a really hard time writing music lately. Normally I have ideas bouncing around in my head all day, but lately I’ve not had many creative thoughts.

I need some inspiration.

He always gets as close as possible.

He always gets as close as possible.