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theories involving magnets and the sun: old-school MCR jacket giveaway.
I have this jacket in a girl’s (Tripp) Large. It runs small/tight and is definitely cut for a girl.
Same as the jacket below:
Bought it back in 2005 on a fangirl impulse. Never really fit my shoulders comfortably, so it’s barely worn (maybe only once or twice), not faded at all. Smoke…
(Source: unleashthebatsss)
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REBLOG TO WIN: Frank lero’s Pick?
YES, from my May 7th, 2011 show in NJ.
Front has his trademark smiley and on the back his twin daughter’s initials:
Lily Bloom & Cherry Blossom :)
Rules:
- MUST be following me
- MUST reblog to win
- International entries OK
- Reblog only once
- Contest ends July 3rd, 2011
(Source: thelolle, via tardc0re-deactivated20110819-de)
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Happy Cindermas motorbabies. Think I just got the best gift of all. 8-Bit’s ID isn’t working anymore, and that means one of two things. Even with all the precautions he took and loops they’d have to jump through to find it, they figured out it was hacked and deactivated it. Or…
He’s been recommissioned.
My arm’s feeling shiny and I’m heading out at dawn. Scan the frequencies for Joseph Link.
Red-Eye out.
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Made it to the Fuck You House on the fumes in 8-Bit’s tank. Now that I’m somewhere with vending machines I finally have some food and water. Glad I still have 8’s hacked ID. Met some other junkpunks and they knew somewhere I could board for a bit. It’s some little commune in East 3 off Guano. Hasn’t been too bad, seem to have a decent setup here with some cool cats running the place. But yeah, been holed up in some crusty shack with a bunch of waveheads for the last two weeks. Not my style.
Seen a few old faces in this joint, some welcome and others… not.
Gettin’ antsy being cornered in here, worried that someone caught sight of 8’s beater. And I’ve caught a couple of the vultures and fried fucks lookin’ at the ride (or lookin’ at me) a little too closely. With my arm all jacked don’t know if I’d be able to defend myself. I know a few dustbunnies here got my back, but still. You all know what happens if you stay in one place too long. Need to get on the road and find my Vespa, the one thing that I have left to hope for.
Then… well. Think I’m gonna ride into the light and make one last stand for my boys. Might not make a difference, but I’ll go out in blazing glory like them. I haven’t been lucky, I’ve been a coward. Time to set some fires and go rock out with my gang. Just as soon as I get outta this place.
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Reservoir was a fiasco. 8-Bit’s dusted. My arm’s all scorched up. Took out one of the main generators, but that’s it.
Fuck it all, what am I even fighting for anymore?! They’re all gone.
Need to get back to Des to see if he can patch me up. Not too keen on going through 1 in this shape. 8’s dust-bucket is almost dry. If you hear this, please send coords. Have some stuff for trade and a few carbs if you can get me back to BC.
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…zz……zzzt…bad signal……zzt…zz…reservoir now…bzzt..trees…..zz…t……artificial forest…..z.zz….z..bird?…zt…found the generator…bzzzzzt…need some…hsssssssssssssssssssssssss……for destruction…zzzt…smells like citrus death……beep…beep…beep
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Working on the transmitter now. Still a bit glitchy, as soon as 8-Bit gets access to some of his tools it’ll be better. I’m rubbish with all this tech-head microchip and wires shit. Got some visuals up, at least. Slow moving, too hot out here during the day, black as scorch late at night.
Red-Eye out.
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High-res →
Testing visual transmission……
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………transmitting…
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Transmission completed.
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Sorry for the silence, fritzed out for a few days and just rigged this thing to work for a bit. Got kicked outta the shelter, it was actually some vulture’s hut and nearly had a showdown over the supplies we used. 8-Bit was able to bargain with him for some of the components that were for my trans, so yeah, still shitty.
Might have a lead on my vespa, baldie said he mighta seen it a few weeks back after we talked him down from zapping us. On our way to the reservoir now, then following up on this.
One year’s almost coming up for Mantis and Deadbolt. Raise your guns up high and fire at will. Or blast the shit outta some dracs if you got the chance. I miss my boys.
Die with your masks on, fuckers.
Red-Eye out.
