I'll give you $5 for Beyamor's real name.
OK, not really.
$10?
Also, fucking awesome.
Also, also boner.
OK, not really.
$10?
Also, fucking awesome.
Also, also boner.
Hey, you've taken my "act like a cock on camera" schtick! Now I have no identity on this site. Better start putting up the ol' Gamer Obscura blogs again. Obvious Hint.
Meanwhile, I deem this comic 'rack worthy'!
Meanwhile, I deem this comic 'rack worthy'!
You broke into someone's house to shoot this, didn't you? That just can't be your abode. No way a mind as phantasmagoric and as yours would nest in such a sandlewood-shaded conformist box.
Yes, you broke into someone's house, brought the poster, but . . . the cat was already there. Maybe that was a happy accident, maybe you brought the poster anticipating the cat. Maybe this is the neighbor's house. The neighbor whose life you secretly covet, not because it appeals to you, but because this person is happily lounging in the goo of mediocrity, plugged into the Matrix, while your dialated perception floods your thoughts with the blinding light of truth. ALL. NIGHT.
Your fantasy is warping into a full-on delusion, isn't it? Because you even had your beloved letter sent there! Which is why you had to wait til SUNDAY to open it! No Postal service on this continent delivers on SUNDAY! It arrived on Saturday, didn't it? And didn't you just pace in front of the window from the moment your trained ear heard the mailman squeak their front gate until Sunday morning, waiting for the 'Sandlewoods' to attend their house of worship and the opportunity to stage your little photo-drama.
But this isn't the only time, is it Occam's? These little visits are becoming more frequent, aren't they? Maybe it began when they asked you to feed their (aka, YOUR) cat while they were visiting the Walt Disney World Vacation Resort. Well, of course you made a copy of the keys! What would become of the poor cat if you had lost them, hmm? No need to tell them about the duplicates. You only intended to sit under their Christmas tree with the lights on. It was a lovely tree that year. But before you knew, it was every other Sunday. Now, whenever these poor people are away you seek to touch their life, to taste it, to absorb its blanched austerity. And to make wee-wee in their sinks.
ADMIT IT.
Yes, you broke into someone's house, brought the poster, but . . . the cat was already there. Maybe that was a happy accident, maybe you brought the poster anticipating the cat. Maybe this is the neighbor's house. The neighbor whose life you secretly covet, not because it appeals to you, but because this person is happily lounging in the goo of mediocrity, plugged into the Matrix, while your dialated perception floods your thoughts with the blinding light of truth. ALL. NIGHT.
Your fantasy is warping into a full-on delusion, isn't it? Because you even had your beloved letter sent there! Which is why you had to wait til SUNDAY to open it! No Postal service on this continent delivers on SUNDAY! It arrived on Saturday, didn't it? And didn't you just pace in front of the window from the moment your trained ear heard the mailman squeak their front gate until Sunday morning, waiting for the 'Sandlewoods' to attend their house of worship and the opportunity to stage your little photo-drama.
But this isn't the only time, is it Occam's? These little visits are becoming more frequent, aren't they? Maybe it began when they asked you to feed their (aka, YOUR) cat while they were visiting the Walt Disney World Vacation Resort. Well, of course you made a copy of the keys! What would become of the poor cat if you had lost them, hmm? No need to tell them about the duplicates. You only intended to sit under their Christmas tree with the lights on. It was a lovely tree that year. But before you knew, it was every other Sunday. Now, whenever these poor people are away you seek to touch their life, to taste it, to absorb its blanched austerity. And to make wee-wee in their sinks.
ADMIT IT.
This blog has absolutely nothing but reaction shots of you and I still love it. How does that happen?
This post is full of win.
Where's my Queen/Billy Joel/I don't know who else CD??
:( [yeah, I'm jealous >:| ]
Where's my Queen/Billy Joel/I don't know who else CD??
:( [yeah, I'm jealous >:| ]
The emotions reflected in this blog are transcending. You sir are the Lon Chaney of my Monday night.
@mrandydixon
I find it - I won't say suspect, lets go with curiously convenient that all the 'photo evidence' you were no doubt intending to disprove my theory has been removed from Photobucket.
Yes, curiousssssssly conveeeeeeeenient.
I find it - I won't say suspect, lets go with curiously convenient that all the 'photo evidence' you were no doubt intending to disprove my theory has been removed from Photobucket.
Yes, curiousssssssly conveeeeeeeenient.
Oh...I see...so Beyamor's package (pfft) was what made your Sunday happy huh?....that's cool....nah, this was awesome and you need to post the contents soon.(I will double whatever Dixon is paying you for Beyamor's real name)
@andy: That was a complete accident with the shirt but I think I will indeed make that my blog shirt as I like that idea. And I like you.
@Stevil: I would never pretend to usurp the cock acting bit from you. I just tried to make my pictures say a thousand words. Gamer Obscura is a thing that should exist for every person.
@rexwolf2: Heh. Katchoo is quite used to it. You can see from the look on her face that she clearly doesn't give a fuck.
@DynamoJoe: That theory is delicious. However, I do indeed live in that pale shelter of mediocrity tended by middle class dream weavers and mall walking angels. It is home. Besides, all the good bits, the Occams bits live behind my eyes, where it really counts. I am to blame for the mysterious lack of pictures on my room blog. I organized my photobucket account not thinking about how it would break the links. I shall have to fix that at some point. Then you can see my place of power.
Oh, and you are so fucking beautiful when you sleep.
@Handy: It certainly can't be my good looks so I'm going to guess either my shirt, me threatening my cat with a hand gun, or you really love Man Bites Dog.
@ekm29: He really is. One of the keepers.
@Talia: Check your inbox, I have begun the process of beginning for your cd but I have questions that must be answered.
@Elsa: Thank you very much. I'm a goofy bastard but I do photo well.
@Typhonic: And on that day you shall receive a post similar to this only entirely different and I will love you with modern love.
@Kraid: And you, my dear Kraid, are the James Mason of my Tuesday eve.
@CrimeMinister: To be fair, I did threaten Beyamor with a typhoon of angry, pulsing love.
@garethxxgod: Scans, or at least pictures shall happen. Patience my passionate pal.
@Stevil: I would never pretend to usurp the cock acting bit from you. I just tried to make my pictures say a thousand words. Gamer Obscura is a thing that should exist for every person.
@rexwolf2: Heh. Katchoo is quite used to it. You can see from the look on her face that she clearly doesn't give a fuck.
@DynamoJoe: That theory is delicious. However, I do indeed live in that pale shelter of mediocrity tended by middle class dream weavers and mall walking angels. It is home. Besides, all the good bits, the Occams bits live behind my eyes, where it really counts. I am to blame for the mysterious lack of pictures on my room blog. I organized my photobucket account not thinking about how it would break the links. I shall have to fix that at some point. Then you can see my place of power.
Oh, and you are so fucking beautiful when you sleep.
@Handy: It certainly can't be my good looks so I'm going to guess either my shirt, me threatening my cat with a hand gun, or you really love Man Bites Dog.
@ekm29: He really is. One of the keepers.
@Talia: Check your inbox, I have begun the process of beginning for your cd but I have questions that must be answered.
@Elsa: Thank you very much. I'm a goofy bastard but I do photo well.
@Typhonic: And on that day you shall receive a post similar to this only entirely different and I will love you with modern love.
@Kraid: And you, my dear Kraid, are the James Mason of my Tuesday eve.
@CrimeMinister: To be fair, I did threaten Beyamor with a typhoon of angry, pulsing love.
@garethxxgod: Scans, or at least pictures shall happen. Patience my passionate pal.
hahaha the facial expressions are magic here. I'm not usually a big fan of the beards, but I gotta say, you're rockin it pretty well.
Having mentioned it, you're hereby obligated to put up the comic. I wouldn't read another man's letters, so putting that up is at your discretion, of course. But the comic must be shown!
Having mentioned it, you're hereby obligated to put up the comic. I wouldn't read another man's letters, so putting that up is at your discretion, of course. But the comic must be shown!
Terrific read, its like flipping through a child's picture book but more magical like. Please do post the comic. I too would like to bask in the warmth that is Beyamor.
The Joy of Beyamor is my cologne. You may've picked up the scent on that letter.
It's my impulse to go on at length about all the things I wish I'd had the time, patience, or skill for, but I fear it would only serve to bore. If you got a whisper of the happiness receiving this that I did seeing your reception, I'm more than content enough and if you only asked, I'd do it all again.
@CrimeMinister
Tell you what, if I ever figure out an expression of my love for you that doesn't work my fingers down to nubs, you'll get your own letter. If there's one thing this taught me, it's that I was not cut out for arts and crafts.
@mrandy, Law
Could I stand to make a profit here?
@@ekm
I'm blushing so hard it's melting a hole in the wall. This will be my super power. Superman gets laser vision, I get laser face.
It's my impulse to go on at length about all the things I wish I'd had the time, patience, or skill for, but I fear it would only serve to bore. If you got a whisper of the happiness receiving this that I did seeing your reception, I'm more than content enough and if you only asked, I'd do it all again.
@CrimeMinister
Tell you what, if I ever figure out an expression of my love for you that doesn't work my fingers down to nubs, you'll get your own letter. If there's one thing this taught me, it's that I was not cut out for arts and crafts.
@mrandy, Law
Could I stand to make a profit here?
@@ekm
I'm blushing so hard it's melting a hole in the wall. This will be my super power. Superman gets laser vision, I get laser face.
@Law: Beyamor's comic made my Sunday but our chat made it even better. I doubled down on joy. That is something that never happens. Thank you for that as well.
@knutaf: Hehe, I'm going at making two kinds of faces: those that scare babies and those that delight adults. The beard is a part of me in many ways. I've had it various incarnations going on five years now and I have to say I couldn't see myself without it.
@COM 01: Haha. I should write children's books. RIGHT? The comic will be posted this week. The world must know.
@SteezyXL: That's all I can ask of anyone. Thank you.
@Sentry: I'm fairly certain Peter Lorre was born a 45-year-old man with those amazing eyes. His poor mother.
@Beyamor: You could probably tell from the 3 or 4 rambling xbox live messages I left you that happiness was an understatement to the joy I experienced. Thanks again buddy.
@knutaf: Hehe, I'm going at making two kinds of faces: those that scare babies and those that delight adults. The beard is a part of me in many ways. I've had it various incarnations going on five years now and I have to say I couldn't see myself without it.
@COM 01: Haha. I should write children's books. RIGHT? The comic will be posted this week. The world must know.
@SteezyXL: That's all I can ask of anyone. Thank you.
@Sentry: I'm fairly certain Peter Lorre was born a 45-year-old man with those amazing eyes. His poor mother.
@Beyamor: You could probably tell from the 3 or 4 rambling xbox live messages I left you that happiness was an understatement to the joy I experienced. Thanks again buddy.

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