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söndag, februari 21, 2010

"A lone biker of the apocalypse.."


For the past few days, I have had some fucked up dreams. They are always vivid and sometimes lucid, although with the lucid dreams I never wanted to revive myself, which is even more confusing since my dreams really aren't entailing a continuation, but instead terminated once a person realizes they are dreaming.
Anyways, my dreams weren't anything like this scene, but after waking up today I kept playing a remarkable scene from Raising Arizona in my head over and over. The Coen Brothers knew what they were doing from the git-go.

I think I have started having bad dreams because a good friend of mine is having just as, if not not more, brutal dreams as me. They're interesting- would make good films. Also, news on crime and death in the media sometimes tampers on a person's dreams.

torsdag, februari 18, 2010

The Night of Pan

"The Night of Pan is the mystical state which is experienced during the crossing of the Abyss in the Crowlean system of magick." -Brian Butler

It was made in only 2 days in L.A. and inspired from Grandmother stories involving Paradise Lost. It is a bit of deja vu for me since I have written a story similar to this, but all the more encouraging for me to see this movie immediately. Vincent Gallo is in the cast... I love him, he is terrifying and super strange.

fredag, januari 29, 2010

fredag, januari 15, 2010

Better than Alice


Like a Christmasy version of Alice in Wonderland with more Japanese settings! Gives me ideas, makes me a little crazy, and sets me for the perfect weekend!

onsdag, januari 06, 2010

Limbless

Look at LIMBLESSJACK We're related, but his personality should have no reflection on me, thanks.

Also, see his weird incognito video.




















onsdag, december 23, 2009

Wild Zero

Prior to the death of the original bassist (Billy "Bass Wolf") in 2005, Guitar Wolf made a spectacular zombie-horror filmed entitled Wild Zero. The movie involved potions of Japan, garage-punk rock, sex, blood, violence, beatniks, motorcycles, and fucking leather. The story is juicy, violent, and basically everything one could ask for from this truly magnificent trio!




I really enjoy this song because when Guitar Wolf screams Roaring Blood, it sounds like they are actually saying "fuck yo' blood!". Hahahahahaha...classic.

lördag, december 05, 2009

Chloe taste

I would love to wear this and dance in front of a Super8 projector. Sorry, that was a whole bunch of indie vomit.

http://www.viceland.com/int/v12n11/htdocs/bits.php

måndag, juni 29, 2009

When I'm Dead

When I'm dead I want to be a ghost that is visible every full moon. The history I would ever leave behind has no emotional attachment, but I am there to haunt the evil that ruled during life. All the messy memories from life have finally stopped haunting me and diminish. My good memories are passed on to those who deserve to experience themselves. When those good mortals take a photograph, a shining will appear behind them. The shining may cause grave concern, but really it is me guarding these people.

But what will these good memories be? Honestly, I look back at my childhood and admire the times I got to skateboard or go to the beach, but those days were short lived. Another would be petting wild horses in front of my house, but that too had a premature ending. As a ghost, creating memories for people is fairest. Memories are what one makes of them. As a child, my imagination was so happy and eccentric that when I look back on my childhood, my most important memories permeate my brain.

Who would I watch? That is to be determined. Who knows when I will die and who will and will not die before me. I want to watch over the misunderstood, the ones that are laughed at and deemed insane. And for all the rapers, flakes, and selfish manipulators, watch your back.

I'm the twitch under your eye you get when you're stressed. I'm the twitch you have when someone you don't trust taps your shoulder. I'm your nightmares and I'm your dream come true. I'm there when your feelings of lost desolation entrap your soul and you don't believe you even have a soul.

I'm present when you make memories. These memories are the best ones, the worst ones that make you learn something about life, and the ones that you will pass to the youth.


When you pass, I'll be there with open arms. I'll tell you stories of when you were born and what your parents were like as kids. I'll teach you to see the world in a different light.

fredag, maj 22, 2009

La fin est près

I put a spell on you...

And now you're gone.




http://www.esquire.com/features/chuck-klostermans-america/klosterman1107
http://www.melaniepullen.com/

måndag, april 13, 2009

Waking Up a Machine

Every day I live there has the same old goal and the same industry of liars.
Every day I fail.
Every day I think the liars expectations are reasonable, which makes me presume I fail.
Every day I think I recognize that run down reflection.
Every day I behave in the manner as directed by the liars.
Every day I am disconnected.
Every day is the same.

One day I start to question things.
One day I realize I am an On/Off button.
One day I decide I need to be dismantled.
One day I learn the art of stealth.
One day I stop and look into the mirror.

What is this?!
It's synthetic
It's paint
It was not designed to be human
This face cannot carry a fire in her eyes
And I'm sure she does not know her name
Evidence is lacking that the noggin obtains a cerebellum!

This human became a machine
Only the strongest survive
The strongest have become machines.

måndag, mars 30, 2009

Stockholm Syndrome



Being kidnapped from your home by a lunatic only to fall in love with him/her is conceptually so fascinating to me. Stockholm Syndrome is one of my favorite subjects and I try to substitute worries with evaluations of how a person falls in love with the enemy. I often dream of it as well. Does panic just get too unbearable and their need for comfort gets out of hand that they simply find comfort in their abductor? Is it simply just a symptom of brain wash? If I were kidnapped, I wouldn't be surprised if I too would fall in love. I like old, creepy individuals- they intrigue me. But lets hope that does not happen.

söndag, mars 15, 2009

MOTHER OF FUCK

This clip from The Poughkeepsie Tapes has haunted me for days. You better watch it.

This is not a true story, it is pseudo-documentary, according to Wikipedia at least. I have taken some sleeping antidotes and thus, too lethargic for investigating. So make the story what you want. Happy viewings.