Some days, some nightsSome live, some dieIn the way of the samurai

Some days, some nights
Some live, some die
In the way of the samurai

vast1111111smasher:

MY BATH EVERY NIGHT. I GET INTO IT AND ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH MY LEGS. I RUB IT INTO MY LEGS AND OVER MY LEG HAIRS> IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT I ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH THE HAIRS OF MY LEG AND THE BACKS OF MY THIGHS. IT FEELS GOOD GIVING MYSELF TO THE SLIME. IT FEELS SMOOTH. IT IS COOL AND RUBBERY AGAINST MY UNGUARDED FLESH. I INHALE THE CLEAN, TOXIC SMELL— IF I DRANK THE SLIME I WOULD BE KILLED. EVER SINCE THE GOVERMNENT REPLASCED MY BATHWATER WITH EXPERIMENTAL SLUDGE I HAVE FELT MORE CONTENT, MORE AT PEACE. I FEEL PLACID AND PLIANT. THE SLIME RESTS ON MY CHEST NOW, OOZING LANGUIDLY OVER MY MANY SCARS. IT STINGS AND I RELISH IN THE PAIN, IT FEELS SO GOOD LETTING THE SLIME CREEP OVER ME. IT HAS ALMOST REACHED MY CHIN NOW. I LOVE TO ACCEPT. I LVOE TO OBEY. I AM NO LONGER A PERSON. I DRIFT IN COMPLACENT SUSPENSION UNTIL THE ALARM EMBEDDED IN MY WRIST BEEPS THRICE, SIGNALLING ME TO EMPTY THE TUB. I OPEN THE DRAINS WITHOUT HESITATION. I SUBMIT TO THE COMMAND. I WAIT FOR THE SLIME TO SINK TO ASS-LEVEL AND CLIMB OUT, THICK STRANDS OF GREEN CLINGING MOMENTARILY TO MY BODY. THE SLIME COATS MY ANKLES, KNEES, ASS AND GENITALS. IT DRIPS PLEASANTLY DOWN FROM MY CHEST TO MY STOMACH. I AM OWNED, I THINK IN A DULL VOICE, WATCHING THE LAST SLIME CREEP DOWN THE DRAINS, FEELING THE SLIME FINALLY SLIDE DOWN FROM MY BODY ENTIRELY, LEAVING MY FLESH EXPOSED AND CLEAN. I BELONG. I AM AT PEACE. I HAVE BEEN SLIMED. I WILL BE SLIMED AGAIN TOMORROW 

vast1111111smasher:

MY BATH EVERY NIGHT. I GET INTO IT AND ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH MY LEGS. I RUB IT INTO MY LEGS AND OVER MY LEG HAIRS> IT IS IMPERATIVE THAT I ALLOW THE SLIME TO TOUCH THE HAIRS OF MY LEG AND THE BACKS OF MY THIGHS. IT FEELS GOOD GIVING MYSELF TO THE SLIME. IT FEELS SMOOTH. IT IS COOL AND RUBBERY AGAINST MY UNGUARDED FLESH. I INHALE THE CLEAN, TOXIC SMELL— IF I DRANK THE SLIME I WOULD BE KILLED. EVER SINCE THE GOVERMNENT REPLASCED MY BATHWATER WITH EXPERIMENTAL SLUDGE I HAVE FELT MORE CONTENT, MORE AT PEACE. I FEEL PLACID AND PLIANT. THE SLIME RESTS ON MY CHEST NOW, OOZING LANGUIDLY OVER MY MANY SCARS. IT STINGS AND I RELISH IN THE PAIN, IT FEELS SO GOOD LETTING THE SLIME CREEP OVER ME. IT HAS ALMOST REACHED MY CHIN NOW. I LOVE TO ACCEPT. I LVOE TO OBEY. I AM NO LONGER A PERSON. I DRIFT IN COMPLACENT SUSPENSION UNTIL THE ALARM EMBEDDED IN MY WRIST BEEPS THRICE, SIGNALLING ME TO EMPTY THE TUB. I OPEN THE DRAINS WITHOUT HESITATION. I SUBMIT TO THE COMMAND. I WAIT FOR THE SLIME TO SINK TO ASS-LEVEL AND CLIMB OUT, THICK STRANDS OF GREEN CLINGING MOMENTARILY TO MY BODY. THE SLIME COATS MY ANKLES, KNEES, ASS AND GENITALS. IT DRIPS PLEASANTLY DOWN FROM MY CHEST TO MY STOMACH. I AM OWNED, I THINK IN A DULL VOICE, WATCHING THE LAST SLIME CREEP DOWN THE DRAINS, FEELING THE SLIME FINALLY SLIDE DOWN FROM MY BODY ENTIRELY, LEAVING MY FLESH EXPOSED AND CLEAN. I BELONG. I AM AT PEACE. I HAVE BEEN SLIMED. I WILL BE SLIMED AGAIN TOMORROW 

catoverlord:

"what weeaboo trash brought in their fucking titty mousepad and didn’t even get a top tier waifu like mugi chan?"

catoverlord:

"what weeaboo trash brought in their fucking titty mousepad and didn’t even get a top tier waifu like mugi chan?"

slow-riot:

Look at this image. This image was sent to me via text message by my friend Connor earlier today. The caption was “I cannot even HANDLE this” and I was very confused. You can’t read the text in the photo, so what on earth is this? I looked at the squares of color for a moment, completely mystified about what on earth they were supposed to be, maybe the text was supposed to give context to the squares and Connor had simply made an error. And then it hit me.
The squares of color are the classic Constanza.jpg meme broken down into it’s most basic of details. Based on nothing more than the colors, I was able to recognize his skin, shirt, the blue of fence behind him and conjure an image in my mind of the intended source material.Pointillism is an art movement that was born out of impressionism. It is characterized by dots of color applied in very specific patterns to display the suggestion of the subject material. 

The above image is from Seurat’s classic Un dimanche après-midi à l’Île de la Grande Jatte. There is very little precise detail in the image. Instead, Seurat applies small groupings of colored dots to show the viewer a man’s mustache or the the brim of a hat.By applying this knowledge to Costanza.jpg, we can conclude that the image the Connor sent to me earlier could possibly be classified as a pointillist meme. 
Ladies and Gentlemen, if All Your Base and the Dancing Baby were the birth of the meme, and things like Advice Dog and Rickroll were the Renaissance, then we have finally reached impressionist memes and I for one cannot wait for the abstract. 

slow-riot:

Look at this image. This image was sent to me via text message by my friend Connor earlier today. The caption was “I cannot even HANDLE this” and I was very confused. You can’t read the text in the photo, so what on earth is this? I looked at the squares of color for a moment, completely mystified about what on earth they were supposed to be, maybe the text was supposed to give context to the squares and Connor had simply made an error. And then it hit me.

The squares of color are the classic Constanza.jpg meme broken down into it’s most basic of details. Based on nothing more than the colors, I was able to recognize his skin, shirt, the blue of fence behind him and conjure an image in my mind of the intended source material.

Pointillism is an art movement that was born out of impressionism. It is characterized by dots of color applied in very specific patterns to display the suggestion of the subject material. 

The above image is from Seurat’s classic Un dimanche après-midi à l’Île de la Grande Jatte. There is very little precise detail in the image. Instead, Seurat applies small groupings of colored dots to show the viewer a man’s mustache or the the brim of a hat.

By applying this knowledge to Costanza.jpg, we can conclude that the image the Connor sent to me earlier could possibly be classified as a pointillist meme. 

Ladies and Gentlemen, if All Your Base and the Dancing Baby were the birth of the meme, and things like Advice Dog and Rickroll were the Renaissance, then we have finally reached impressionist memes and I for one cannot wait for the abstract.