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.

Fuck YEAH! (x3)

As every knows, the Yeah Yeah Yeahs are fucking back! The new album, It's Blitz, is much different from their old stuff so a lot of apprehension will probably surface even with their fans. It is not my favorite album, but I still really like it. Karen O has entered her 30s and the new decade has made her hotter. She seems more confident and less childish. The other 2 look the same, maybe a bit older.
The video takes place in San Francisco, see if you recognize the locations!
Zero-Yeah Yeah Yeahs

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.

Hi Clint

Since I have nothing to write about and my degeneracy is getting the best of me, I'm watching Fistful of Dollars. Clint Eastwood and River Phoenix have quite a resemblance. Maybe River would end up aging like Clint? Wondering too much would kill us though. I reached this conclusion after just watching Stand By Me on AMC. Well that's not important.

GARBO.

A Nightmare to Hate

I hope I never dream nor live this. I feel a severe thud to the ground and open my eyes to see that I have returned to the abominated desert. I look around and see that I am stranded. I don't know how I have gotten there and if I will ever escape. I hear foot steps and turn around to see a group of tatted up pop-punkers. They have the X's on their hands which means the worst; straight-edge. One picks me up and says I have had head trauma and that it is okay now since I am in Arizona and will be staying there for the rest of my life. My body is inert and I cannot speak because my throat is too dry. The leader of the pack lifts me and says he is going to place me on the board of an MRI machine. They strap me on just in case my body is going to move again. Then the wingman comes in with some headphones with music that they believe will help my head recover; Journey, my all time hated band. My body is still inert, so I just sob uncontrollably as the straight edge pack wheels me and the machine across the desert. When they make it to Scottsdale, I am informed I will not ever be able to pursue my goals or be the person I want to be. I will dress how they want and I cannot go out and have fun on my own. I will be a straight edge cyborg for these criminals. When they take me out of the MRI board, they put me in a white outfit (so they can find me easily) and place a mask over my face so I cannot speak- ever. They also give me a Louis Vuitton purse so I will fit in with the culture. I cannot take the life that I have been forced into which has no escape. I find one escape and luckily Scottsdale is full of pools...

A Dream that I Want

I want to have a specific dream. It starts out with me riding a train in Europe winter of 1898. It is perfect winter weather and beautifully grey out. It is also eerie, which is necessary for my winters. I hear some clinks and screeching sounds and all of a sudden the bridge breaks and the train crashes. The conductor and all the passengers die. I squeeze out of a window empty handed. I am wearing a garment that matches the snow. It looks like a Chanel wedding dress. I walk through the forest and find a castle perched on top of a steep mountain and walk a path to its entrance. When I make it to the doorway it automatically opens for me which immediately indicates to me that I am in Transylvania. As I enter I hear a faint sound coming from upstairs and I follow it. As I near, the sound gets louder and louder until I finally reach the top and find Prefuse 73 eltronicing. It's quite cold and windy up there and at that point I believe that I am going to be forced into marrying Dracula (by Prefuse 73). A hiss noise comes from the balcony and so I run to it. The balcony holds a capacious, ancient cemetery. I hear the whispers and they are from the ground. The tombstones have all the names of my loved ones on there. Am I getting married to a diabolic individual in front of a cemetery that is held near and dear to my heart? The hissing whispers suddenly stop. A song I never heard before is playing with Prefuse 73 and it is loud, destructive, and impeccable. I run inside to find my deceased alive and breaking the furniture. There is no wedding. The white means honoring the death.