In Sumeria, the priests talked about death.
In Sumeria, they talked of the cramped and dusty room
where the dead sat, barefoot and wet, eating dirt
for all eternity. No one cared if you deserved it.
No one was rewarded for good works or virtue.
Everyone picked sand from their teeth, sneezing on dust,
tonguing packed mouthfuls of clay.
Sometimes I talk about death. Mostly I talk about nothing.
Mostly I stare at the ceiling, too tired to sleep,
imagining my place in the room of the dead.
My bench is too hard. I have an ingrown toenail.
I sit across from King Gilgamesh, half-god savior of Uruk,
now dressed in dirty rags, beard ragged and full of dust.
“Them’s the breaks,” he mumbles through his clay.
“What did you want, a medal?”
I pull the thin sheets over my head,
ignoring the balls of dust clinging to the ceiling,
dead travelers in a line.
tumblr in october
In Germany, they first came for the Communists and I didn’t speak out,
Because I was not a Communist.
Then they came for the Jews, and I didn’t speak out,
Because I wasn’t a Jew.
Then they came for the trade unionists, and I didn’t speak out, Because I wasn’t a trade unionist.
Then they came for the Catholics, and I didn’t speak out,
Because I was a Protestant.
Then they came for me—and by that time no one was left to speak for me.
|—||Pastor Martin Niemoller (via somasis)|
Made Keegan’s Saurcerer as a speed sculpt (roughly 90 minutes).
Took some liberties with the design because i wasn’t sure which face was the finalized one…
I was gonna pose him, but my computer was screaming at my bad habit of not-deleting the history as it piles up, while also keeping several other windows open.
oh my god
oh my fucking god
oh my fuckign god
this is the only teletubbies actor on imdb with a picture, which is good because it gives you a good yardstick to let your imagination run wild with how terrifying all the others were
this is literally the funniest thing and every time someone reblogs it from me i start laughing again
my ancient URL is on this and it’s sill funny