Aging.
I always say I like seeing flaws on people.
That is until they’re my own I suppose.
OH man…. I forgot to finish my list for all the horror flicks I watched in Oct but now I can’t remember. D’oh!
I made this. They’re my friends. They also happen to be one of my favorite bands. Watch please.
My October fright fest so far…
I might be forgetting a few things. * = first time watching. blood diner* deep red* wake wood* more to go!
nekromantik*
murder party
stake land*
night of the creeps
behind the mask
bride of Frankenstein
re-animator
repulsion*
American werewolf in London
blood night: legend of Mary hatchet*
hatchet II*
in the mouth of madness*
masters of horror: family
Elvira’s movie macabre: satanic rights of dracula
ghost story*
the fly
nightmares in red white and blue (documentary)*
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Thirteen years ago this week his father, brother and I were at Poudre Valley Hospital in Fort Collins, Colo., with our firstborn son, Matthew Shepard. He was 21, and dying.
Just days before, he had been just like millions of American college students whose names are not known to the world; getting the hang of his new classes, adapting to a new campus, making friends. His father and I thought his biggest challenges were keeping money in his checking account and getting his homework in on time.
But here he was in intensive care, the victim of a terrible, senseless attack at the hands of two other young men who, at some point in their lives, learned it was OK to hate others for being different, to victimize them, to disregard their humanity.
Judy Shepard on the anniversary of the death of her son.
(via huffingtonpost)
Unless you got some rare organic shit I aint never heard of then you bess back off my plate if you aint got Heinz. #realketchuptalk #tomatos
