fun things i found in the static web

Via: Atlus.co

via: Katie's website

via: Luna's Cell Gallery

via: not giving you guys the link cause it tried downloading a virus into my computer, so... yeah, it's a no!

especially the iconic Dogcow

via: Moof! in Mind!

via: ..dreamsdreams

I do not expect you to Understand. I have walked with God and Satan in fields outside Timeâs borders, where the trees of Hell took root in the black soil of the Dark Wood, and the starless sky was haunted by the sweet memories of the Silver Cityâs passing. I have spoken with King David, and I heard the voices clamor of the One Crucified gathered in a crowd rooted in the old age, the Age of Iron. I have been an archangel. I have walked among you and I have observed with curiosity that the speech of the Moment÷everywhere around÷drifts off you like snow and falls unnoticed, while my own eyes and ears understand the voice of Noon, and the voice of Midnight, when they mumble in ancient tones. I Understand. I have been you, and I have written what you have written. I have many names, each one with a purpose and a cipher. The angel Abraxas was at my side at the foundation of the world when I etched each one on a grey stone to be discovered by my Next Selves÷when they awakened to the Meaning. Call me Sabaoth, the archon of the world who rebelled against the power of Samael, the Blind God, and warred in the aethers between Paradise and Gehenna, when the mountains shook, and the rivers boiled. My place is not here. Once my work is done, I shall lift myself through the nine planes of this universe and become again a citizen of the Fullness beyond, and I will take my share of the Treasury of Light. They know me by my common form, the one I share with the visible world. They do not gaze too long at me; they understand in a place too deep for them to perceive that they would be swallowed by my eyes; fear they understand, and they fear me rightly. I eat and I sleep by means of this common form. I speak and I am heard. I do not talk of my secrets, lest the words become fire and scorch their souls. I hardly laugh. Even in my common form, I boom like Jupiter, and I glance in their startled eyes how small they feel when in the presence of my Self.

via: Old Organizers Collection

via: Old Organizers Collection

via: danwong.org

via: abandoned places

via: factsfacts' infomagic extra

via: ibiblio's icon browser

via: onlyshojo.com

via Douglas Dam's Starship Titanic

Via: MP3Central