Memorable Holiday Rantings:
Natalie Portman as Subhuman-Trojan Horse of Pedestrian, Pseudo-Intellectual Hollywood Antic-Makers
Bukowski as Favoured Figurehead Dilettante of undereducated late-20-mid-30s Fashionistas sporting Americana “Western” Gear (Black req.’d)
Toast and Peanut Butter as sole diet being not only reasonable but perfunctory for New Age Simplified Living
Hats as Conspicuous (and most commonly Failed) attempts at defining (and amplifying) a [...]
BY: TRASHFORCE REAPER (NOT ME)
“You know that I love you, dear, but when you come to see us this time, could you not look so…strange?”
(Having to spend time with my parents in a public place is always problematic as f***, not least because they are completely and utterly ashamed of how I look, and make [...]
RYANN BOSETTI: HAIR
SARAH MEADOWS: PHOTO
EMILY GALASH: GIRL
LES YEUX SANS VISAGE
“It begins in the 1960’s with a then young musician named Bobby Beausoleil and his psychedelic chamber music group called The Orkustra. Avant-garde filmmaker Kenneth Anger chanced upon a performance of The Orkustra at the legendary San Francisco happening known as The Invisible Circus. Impressed more with Beausoleil’s magnetic stage presence than the music itself, [...]
“….China slammed a kill vehicle into one of its dead meteorlogical satellites, proving to the world that they were part of the small but unfortunately growing club of countries that can [...]
Awake.
Shake dreams from your hair
my pretty child, my sweet one.
Choose the day and choose the sign of your day
the day’s divinity
First thing you see.
A vast radiant beach and cooled jeweled moon
Couples naked race down by it’s quiet side
And we laugh like soft, mad children
Smug in the wooly cotton brains of infancy
The music and voices are [...]
Salutations Revered Human,
This is the first entry of a series of cerebrally recorded dialogue between myself and the people who entrust me with their head-hair. It’s a glorious and gruesome world we live in, treasured moments of human interaction are frequent for me, please read the following, and know my puce-coloured heart drips with [...]
“Hence the major effect of the Panopticon: to induce in the inmate a state of conscious and permanent visibility that assures the automatic functioning of power. So to arrange things that the surveillance is permanent in its effects, even if it is discontinuous in its action; that the perfection of power should tend to render [...]
This Song Has No Meaning I Just Love the F****** Beat