spooky_nine: (/b/ - WRYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
God damn it Rule 34. You've ruined the purest and most innocent thing to come out of /b/ in years.


Oct. 25th, 2010 01:31 am
spooky_nine: (/b/ - Party Hard)

Dogscape D:

Aug. 6th, 2010 04:51 pm
spooky_nine: (/b/ - WRYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
From /co/:

i awaken. i don't know it at the moment, but this day marks my fourth straight year of existing in the dogscape. i push myself up from the carpet of writhing, twitching dogflesh beneath me and rise to my feet, stretching in the morning sun. it took me a while to learn to balance on the layer of solid dogs that now blankets every inch of solid ground, but nowadays i can walk and run as easily and as fast as i ever did on soil or concrete. perhaps faster.

this was a city once, i think, though which one i can't remember. i only owe my guess to the massive pillars of dogs jutting into the sky, perhaps ancient buildings now completely filled and overgrown by canine biomatter. i climbed one once, sinking my fingers and toes deep into the dogwall to gain purchase, and after hours and hours of climbing was rewarded with an incredible vista - fur and eyes, panting tongues and wagging tails, hugging the contours of the once-barren land and stretching in a single aeomebic mass farther than the eye can see.

now i don't do that, though. now i merely go about my day. i hike to the Gardens, where the dogplants sprout up in bizarre shapes from the floor of the dogscape, and reach up to pluck the fetal puppyfruits right off the wagging, energetic branches. i bite into the succulent flesh, the juices dribbling down my chin and dripping down to be reabsorbed by the groundflesh, and revel in the savory taste. i'm thirsty, so i range until i find one of the Mothermounds, and there i suckle at a teatpatch until i've had my fill of milk. sometimes i see other humans around me, as well-adapted to the dogscape as i am, but i barely acknowledge them, say nothing. what, after all, is there to say? the world is different now - what meaning would our old words have?

free-ranging dogs are becoming rarer and rarer to see now, and those i do see seem as lost, as passive as i am. they too graze on the dogplants, step carefully over the undulating, bleeding dogfloor, dimly acknowledge myself and one another. in the distant sky, and on the far horizon, i sometimes see massive forms sail or crawl or undulate, and i wonder if in this new world normal, singular, ambulatory dogs have become as obsolete as i am.

i dug down once. down beneath the dogs. beneath the hair and the ears and the barking. it was hard, and took a lot of planning - i had to destroy one of the dogtrees with my hands, rip out the twisted, yards-long communal spines that served them as branches and lash them together with tendons and skin. but soon i had tools - pitchforks, spears, shovels. i picked a spot where the dogfloor seemed shallower and set to work.

the blood started spurting when my spear first broke the surface, and didn't stop for hours and hours and hours. i was drenched in gore and viscera, covered in flecks of bone and meat and brain. but i learned to ignore the sickening squelching sounds, ward off the smell, and just kept going deeper and deeper, spearing and levering out dogs of stranger and stranger size and build, dogs with two heads, dogs with human hands, dogs with writhing tentacles where their back legs should be.

eventually i came to the end of the dogs. or perhaps the beginning of whatever lies beyond dogs. an expanse of multicolored, patchwork fur that extended as far as i could dig in any direction. i could pierce it with great difficulty but it barely bled, and try as i might i could only barely peel the skin away, revealing a layer of striated greyish muscle beneath. it started to tremble as i watched it, shaking the very dogmatter around me, and i realized that the dogscape was beginning to regenerate itself, close in over me, seal me in - so i fled, climbing back up into the light.

spooky_nine: (/b/ - WRYYYYYYYYYYYYY)
cutthroatstalker: wrud
chaosxwraith: drawing
cutthroatstalker: draw me a picture
chaosxwraith: of what
cutthroatstalker: me and a mudkips and a unicorn and a rainbow
chaosxwraith: gdi
cutthroatstalker: :D

Detail shots )

[livejournal.com profile] renegade_mime is the best.
spooky_nine: (Flapjack - Awe)

Via Regretsy
spooky_nine: (Peter Parker)

My cat has been meowing all morning over nothing. Full food, full water, clean litter box, and room next to my pillow where she usually sleeps. I'm going to remove her meowbox, so help me god.
spooky_nine: (WRYYYYYYYYYYYY)

A representation of me with my very own Sonichu named Roguekips, a la Chris-chan. Drawn by the brilliant artist [livejournal.com profile] owl_in_shower.

I am truly awed.
spooky_nine: (LG - Poker Face)
There once was a man named Bertold
Who drank beer when the weather grew cold
As he reached for his cup…
Oh, snap! You just got limerickrolled!
spooky_nine: (Mudkips!!)
spooky_nine: (WRYYYYYYYYYYYY)
So I created an OKCupid! account one night when I was bored and sleep deprived. My bio says "I DID IT FOR THE LULZ!" like 100 times because it has a minimum character requirement.

Anyway, three months later I remember it and log in. I'm greeted with this message in my inbox (along with 17 others asking me if I want to party/want to fuck/want to see cock pics/want to send tit pics):

Do you think it was a trolling attempt to get me to talk to him? That's kind of sad. :(
spooky_nine: (Default)
You're on my friends list, I want to know you. I want to know 32 things about you. I don't care if we never talk, never liked each other, or if we already know everything about each other. Short and sweet is fine. You're on my list, so want to know you better! Comments are screened so don't be afraid to answer honestly.

the questions )
spooky_nine: (you make me wanna)

tell me a secret.
tell me a story.
tell me something you love about me, or something you hate.
ask me a question. any question, and i'll answer.
tell me whatever you want.
comment anonymously.

ip logging has been disabled.

meme ahoy!

Apr. 27th, 2006 11:43 pm
spooky_nine: (i love you all // made by unknown)
erin ([Bad username or site: @ livejournal.com]) made me do it:

1. leave me a comment saying, "interview me."
2. i will respond by asking you five questions of a very intimate and creepily personal nature. or not so creepy/personal.
3. you WILL update your eljay with the answers to the questions (or else i will hate you forever).
4. you will include this explanation and an offer to interview someone else in the post. when others comment asking to be interviewed, you will ask them five questions.

1. What is you most cherished possession?
this may be a cop-out, but it would have to be my computer. i have all my music on it, which i would probably shrivel up and die w/out. plus, all my best friends live on the internet anyway.

2. What is one thing you fear the most in the world, and why?
water. definetely water.

3. Do homeless people smell?
i don't know. i've never really gotten close enough to one to smell him/her.

4. If you had to live off of one food for the rest of your life what would you choose?
if you had asked me this 2 years ago, i would've said chicken alfredo pizza from joe's, before that place started going downhill. now, i don't know. i'm weird about food. i'll eat one thing morning, noon, and night for a month or so, then never touch it again. like right now, i'm on a tuna and saltines kick. last month it was hotdogs.

5. If you could only choose one of the following but could never do the other what would you choose: brushing your teeth/showering?
that sucks. no teeth or ridiculously bad b.o.? oooh, i pick showering, b/c then i could just get dentures once all my teeth fell out. then i could look like hilary duff.
spooky_nine: (i love you all // made by unknown)
everyone, come do my box! i'll love you forever, i swear.
spooky_nine: (Default)
1. Go here.
2. Pass it on.
my answers )
spooky_nine: (i hate emo kids // made by kitchentiles)

sorry about not posting. i've had no inspiration fpr a relevant post. my life has been pretty boring. my dad is still an asshole, and i'm still madly in love w/ cecil. so i'll just make a bullshit post so no one forgets about me.

i've never..  )

spooky_nine: (super tight // made by cyanideskittles)
alright, alright. we all know i'm a grammar nazi. but i had to do this one and post it up. i just had to. i mean, c'mon! monty python and the holy grail reference!!

Grammar God!
You are a GRAMMAR GOD!

If your mission in life is not already to
preserve the English tongue, it should be.
Congratulations and thank you!

How grammatically sound are you?
brought to you by Quizilla

Who will you be stuck with at end of time? by chi_a_baidh
Your name is
Your sex is
Your favorite color is
You are stuck there becauseeveryone else died due to the wrath of God
For _____ years73
He/She will think you arelazy
You willrepopulate the earth
Created with quill18's MemeGen 3.0!

gawd, i need to get better.
spooky_nine: (Default)
nothing much to really say. i've been busy w/ skool, cecil has been busy w/ band practice. at 2p tomorrow i'm going to go to his practice. unfortunately, chris and his annoying asshole brother will be there. but i want to go, so go i shall.
i'm terrified about graduating and going to college, but deliciously excited at the same time. if you could bottle these emotions, you'd have a best-selling drug. since i don't really have anything to post, i'll just leave you w/ this:

cyanideskittles's Accidental LJ Haiku
how i love my
over-protective jealous
mexican boyfriend
Find your own LJ Haiku

Haiku! by [livejournal.com profile] hutta
spooky_nine: (Default)
i147 cyanideskittles24 we16
to96 cecil23 was15
and73 i'm22 pm15
the66 he22 at15
of62 his22 about14
you59 for20 have14
a44 don't19 w/14
me43 get19 will13
him43 they18 not13
it43 so17 were13
my42 on17 when12
is34 if17 love12
in31 go16 i'll12
your26 all16 like12
that24 just16 out12
but24 are16 up12
LJ Word Count (Beta!) by [livejournal.com profile] hutta


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