Found this on Flickr. They have a set, but personally this is my fav. Remember when he wasn’t so… fat? And remember when he wasn’t as goth early on? What a strange guy. Still, Disintegration kicks so much ass.
It is a very strange feeling that my life fits into neat little boxes that can be stacked three high in the back of a moving truck. They call be labeled by room and content and arranged nicely into groups of similar themes. Then picked up by myself and friends(?) and transported anywhere I want. Then reopened, unpacked, and reinstated into my life. Yet I don’t know what the fuck I am doing/have done with my life for 27 years. No boxes, no tags, no order, no service. Maybe I just need to change the iTunes playlist.
PS, you can stop reading Cyborgface and just go straight to Vulture because that is where I have been getting most of my blog posts from. that blog is awesome!
PPS, of course he isn’t in this movie, but you can’t mention The Terminator without picturing him.