Sunday Bloody Sunday

Indulging in nothingness today in order to recuperate from first days at work, and in anticipation of next weeks onslaught. The perfect remedy for tiredness and listlessness on a Sunday is Asos.com, theoutnet.com, discovering the wonderous nostalgic portal of The Wilderness Downtown, a collaboration between The Arcade Fire and Google, and becoming gently disturbed by the belatedly unearthed Esben & The Witch.

Beauty and Violence to shake and stir.

Underground

 

Not Obsessed

Ballet is Brutal Alluring Lithe Liquid Emotive Torture.

The delicate blend of poise, strain and fluidity is captivating. I adore the contrasts and similarities between the Old School, the Adaptation, and the Contemporary.

PS.

 

All by hellehowl

Hurricane

If a story never starts, can it end.

Was there a before, and can there be an after?

Are we the constant middle.

In between and everlasting.

My story began... or was, is, has been... for some time.

Spanning a past and future mine, and not mine.

A universal conduit for a story as old as the hills.

Older.

A thought of a dream.

Mine and not.

Mine and all.

Never never

It is uncomfortable to look upon something so unviolated, as this.

It reminds you of how fundamentally unnecessary you are to this landscape, this world.

An ancient world from before you were born, before we were fish.

It doesn't require us, we who walk upon it.

Two feet and destruction in our palms.

Oh but we perform our acupuncture with steel pipes, poles and solar panel driven stations.

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*Joykiller

 

No future.

Gilbert Wilson "Moby Dick arises from the deep"

 

 

It's eternal, like the ocean.

Bette Davis eyes

Time stamp.

If only immortality were an option, how differently i might behave.

Why must we live as if we should not die,

and deny our living pleasures to appease our guilty psychologies.

That i and thee must not be,

so not to kill each other slowly.

To indulge in death is beastly

(so) we live our lives not freely.

My life will end no matter my design

and with it erase the guilt and sins of time.

Forbearance i fear is futility of a kind,

whose scope and breadth mirrors our savage mind.