#Thrak

[jt1674]

[evilhorse]

Mutant culture is the X-Men.

(NYX Volume 2 #4)

[rastronomicals]

6:34 PM EST December 11, 2024:

King Crimson - "B'Boom" From the album THRAK (April 3, 1995)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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[lesbian-of-nine]

IIIIIIIM A DINOSAUR, SOMEBODY IS DIGGING MY BONES

[prog-elitist]

「トリプルジャッコ・スラック・アタッコ」 (TRIPLE JAKKO THRAKKO ATTAKKO!!!)

[childoftheriver]

This is the Frippest thing ever.

from Maggie Levin - Tony Levin’s daughter. x

[selenedistress]

The World's My Oyster Soup Kitchen Floor Wax Museum by prog rock band King Crimson is a pretty good song, but not as good as Sex Sleep Eat Drink Dream from their album THRAK (my favourite King Crimson album), featuring such erudite lyrics as 'Primal tribal apple egg vegetable eel, I have a new canoe but it does not have a wheel'.

[chalkrub]

art trade w/ thrak800 on twit - love this fella !

[jawbone-xylophone]

Okay time to be really opinionated: I think almost the entire TMA fandom writes Michael Distortion wrong.

Every time I read a fic about him people are emphasizing how swirly and elongated he/it is.

What's scary about Michael is that it is essentially the living personification of gaslighting. He makes everything else metaphorically swirly.

Sure there's "nobody would believe you", but most people who meet Michael think he looks angelic. He only looks scary out of the corner of your eye, or if he's feeding you just enough truth to get your guard down. He's fun to draw and describe as a psychedelic nightmare, but he is basically the gaslighting demon. It's a polite young man with curly hair and a beautiful smile who you could absolutely take home to meet your mother.

You only know he's a monster because your lizard brain starts screaming.

On a related note, its portfolio also includes dissociation and hallucinations, and nobody takes enough advantage of that– like, kissing Michael. Lots of people describe kissing Michael as a very physical event with notes of static and that tingling sensation of limbs falling asleep. A good start, but my argument: you feel him smooching your cheek and giving your hand a cute little squeeze, despite the fact that he's across the room ordering a coffee. It feels so real. You can feel his callouses catching at your fingers, but no matter how you flex your hand there's nothing there but air. You don't know if you just want it that badly and your eyes are lying, or what. He brings you a coffee and the sensation vanishes.

I know exactly what that episode about "the man who wasn't there" was because I've experienced it, and nobody utilizes that enough. Have you ever closed your eyes and tried to walk through a room, and been Firmly Convinced there was an object in front of you you were about to run into, despite no evidence of such an object when you open your eyes? It's a little like that. Any sort of relationship with Michael Distortion (not recommended and likely a way it has killed many people) would involve you getting comfortable with the fact that your senses are lying to you at an exponentially increasing rate, like a frog slowly being boiled alive.

Is he there? Is he not? Does it matter? You feel loved. You remember being told good morning and eating a homemade breakfast. Did you actually? Maybe it's a memory from a year ago you only think is from this morning. He's adorable even if his laugh gives you tinnitus. Maybe you've always had migraines. He takes care of you through them. Can you remember what he does to take care of you? ....normal people stuff, probably. Ice packs. You think he brought you ice packs once. You're sitting at a bus stop, going... somewhere, for a reason you're sure, and your body is telling you you're sitting on his lap but you keep checking, tapping with your nails, and the seat is hard metal. Does it matter? Maybe it really is him. You'd prefer if it was him. These cute little hallucinations are his way of showing affection. It's comfortable, even when the city shuts off your water because you only thought you paid your bills. He gives you his coat in the rain, and you laugh together and run through the weather, but when you get home you're holding a stranger's purse full of cash instead of a coat and you have no idea why. It's his idea of affection, though. He says he loves you when you ask about it, anyway, and don't you need the money now?

He's a lovely young man and the only normal thing in a world gone mad. The gloves only come off when it's done playing with its food.

[thatsbelievable]

[mysticbeaver]

Album edits, King Crimson edition

[demon4dilfs]

new url to make my rebranding into a dilf blog official

thrak1995->demon4dilfs

[beepbeepinthecorner]

My DnD party tries to draw themselves!! Agnes is mine <3 (she's the asshole with huge tits)

[rastronomicals]

8:58 PM EDT October 18, 2024:

King Crimson - "Radio II" From the album THRAK (April 3, 1995)

Last song scrobbled from iTunes at Last.fm

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[jawbone-xylophone]

@moonlightink7 Does this to you.

[jawbone-xylophone]

Tbh my favorite part about The Elder Scrolls is that it's obvious a significant portion of the lore was written on drugs. Maybe it was coded by exceptionally high programmers too. And perhaps, the only way to save TES now is to sacrifice Todd Howard on his desk like a Mesoamerican god-king that has not brought the rain, and to give everyone involved enough drugs to achieve CHIM. They can pick their favorites.

I want the whole team of TES 6 so blasted that Vivec himself crawls out of the computer to add the finishing touches.