Metallic brown eyeshadow. Lips bright red and chapped. Soft jaw. Sopping wet hair. Shiny with sweat. Borderline orgasmic expression. Military vest induced a cups. Buttons and zipper straining. Like oh my god
God, and consequently the world, have gone mad, and it falls on an angel to kill them.
God commands a distant, futuristic world in which angels are machines and Man is a mere animalistic replica of his natural state. In an identical way, in the modern world, Man assumes the figure of God—omniscient and omnipresent—within a vast network, in which artificial intelligence algorithms function as messenger angels under its command. In this logic, to kill God is to kill Man; it is to pull out all the cables that bind Man to this network, to tear apart his electric body.
The angel, moved by an all-encompassing love, seeks to save the world, to serve the role of redeemer and prophet, to cleanse itself of the worldly filth by which it is surrounded and of which the other angels are a part. Despite this, it is intrinsically bound to the world and is transformed by it, undergoing a metamorphosis that is both internal and external—filling itself with clutter, human debris (not literal garbage, but rather artifices) and technological waste, the kind that permeates its world.
The angel is already, in itself, a laceration into multiple facets, bodies, and characteristics. Human beings seek faces in everything but are incapable of recognizing a single one in an angel that does not obey their physical and temporal rules, leading the angel to be perceived as a constant dragging mutation of bodies and faces. With this in mind, the angel appears in visually distinct forms, not only because it does not possess a single face, but also because it is undergoing such a violent mutation that it cannot be represented in a single form.
Seeing itself and the world as corrupt, the angel believes the only way to redeem itself and the world is through self-cannibalism, through a violent implosion into multiple parts to be consumed, culminating in its eventual death as a result of this very process. Although intended as a violent and self-destructive act—the destruction of its identity or identities—, the act of cannibalism also assumes an autoerotic layer, not explicitly sexual, but one of profound self-love: that which kills the angel is also that which redeems it.
Though he believes that the world can be saved only through his sacrifice, saving an unrelenting God whom he seflessly loves, it is this very sacrificial act that destroys the world and creates a new one in his own image.
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In March I will finally share a project on which I have been working on for over a year now. It has accompanied me through so much in my life and has grown and shifted alongside me and now it is finally time to let it go, and to accept that those feelings and experiences have drifted and vanished and I no longer have any use for them.
If you wish to follow along and see when I release it, follow me on Instagram!!
84 Followers, 43 Following, 11 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from faye ؛༊ (@lupuslebre)
God, and consequently the world, have gone mad, and it falls on an angel to kill them.
God commands a distant, futuristic world in which angels are machines and Man is a mere animalistic replica of his natural state. In an identical way, in the modern world, Man assumes the figure of God—omniscient and omnipresent—within a vast network, in which artificial intelligence algorithms function as messenger angels under its command. In this logic, to kill God is to kill Man; it is to pull out all the cables that bind Man to this network, to tear apart his electric body.
The angel, moved by an all-encompassing love, seeks to save the world, to serve the role of redeemer and prophet, to cleanse itself of the worldly filth by which it is surrounded and of which the other angels are a part. Despite this, it is intrinsically bound to the world and is transformed by it, undergoing a metamorphosis that is both internal and external—filling itself with clutter, human debris (not literal garbage, but rather artifices) and technological waste, the kind that permeates its world.
The angel is already, in itself, a laceration into multiple facets, bodies, and characteristics. Human beings seek faces in everything but are incapable of recognizing a single one in an angel that does not obey their physical and temporal rules, leading the angel to be perceived as a constant dragging mutation of bodies and faces. With this in mind, the angel appears in visually distinct forms, not only because it does not possess a single face, but also because it is undergoing such a violent mutation that it cannot be represented in a single form.
Seeing itself and the world as corrupt, the angel believes the only way to redeem itself and the world is through self-cannibalism, through a violent implosion into multiple parts to be consumed, culminating in its eventual death as a result of this very process. Although intended as a violent and self-destructive act—the destruction of its identity or identities—, the act of cannibalism also assumes an autoerotic layer, not explicitly sexual, but one of profound self-love: that which kills the angel is also that which redeems it.
Though he believes that the world can be saved only through his sacrifice, saving an unrelenting God whom he seflessly loves, it is this very sacrificial act that destroys the world and creates a new one in his own image.
· · ────── ꒰ঌ·✦·໒꒱ ────── · ·
In March I will finally share a project on which I have been working on for over a year now. It has accompanied me through so much in my life and has grown and shifted alongside me and now it is finally time to let it go, and to accept that those feelings and experiences have drifted and vanished and I no longer have any use for them.
If you wish to follow along and see when I release it, follow me on Instagram!!
84 Followers, 43 Following, 11 Posts - See Instagram photos and videos from faye ؛༊ (@lupuslebre)
Frank Iero unprompted during interviews: Sometimes you meet someone and you think that you're gonna be in love forever but it just...it doesn't work out, you know? And maybe you stay in love, uh, even after you let them go, but, you know, you have to just, you gotta hope you'll meet again someday, and just leave it at that
Gerard Way unprompted during interviews: What if all my guts were on the table right now. That would be—well, it'd be exciting, I think. Haha. Um. I have this dream of a tower. And it extends forever into the sky
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