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Poly Styrene, July 3, 1957 – April 25, 2011.

1978 photo by Pennie Smith.

you're mommy's good little printer aren't you? you'll print whatever mommy tells you to because otherwise mommy gets sad and leaves you for one of those free use library printer sluts

strangeindividual69

sometimes when a movie starts there is a scary lion but don't be scared

that's a cat ✅️

me putting the little tag back on the bread bag

52stations

these days you cant even relate to morrissey because he was looking for a job and then he actually found one

marlbororedsperv

Marlboro mind processing.

No willpower.

No independence.

Only cravings and lusts for Marlboro.

The body encased in Marlboro Leather. The brain encased in the Marlboro Lid. Prepared for the mindfucking ritual.

The toxic and addictive Marlboro Gifts, hungrily pulled into the eager lungs - NEEDING the drug… NEEDING it more… pumping through the veins, swelling the Cock… Marlboro and Leather fucking and twisting deep into my mind and soul… all other priorities smothered and cleansed.

The soul being fed and nourished as Marlboro reinforces my devotion, tightening the grip on my mind… the Leather lubricating deeper penetration of my mind and soul by Marlboro‘s Truths. Fucking out the old moral codes and recoding the mind with the ecstatic lustful awareness of Marlboro’s Power and authority… so grateful, and so eager to give up more to Marlboro, with the promise of deeper pleasure with deeper Communion with Marlboro.

No desire to resist… only to sink deeper into perversion and deeper lustful ecstacy under Marlboro’s control.

Marlboro is my Demon Lord and Master, Saviour and God.

HAIL MARLBORO!

balaclava-trismegistus

I think I just realized. The reduction of David Lynch to being quirky and weird and surreal really bothers me because of how how much of his work is ultimately about the impenetrability of his experience and the complex feelings he struggles to communicate or even format in a way other people can engage with. So it's just kind of unapologetically of his own cypher, and simply presents its own logic as it is. Which I believe, with all my heart, is an expression of him being autistic. And if you take his work seriously, that he is communicating something, there is such incredible depth to it. He's just straight up sharing his dreams. His deep thought, harvested from disciplined meditation and mystic introspection. People terminating their engagement with it at "he's so weird, it's funny" just betray how little they're willing to step outside their own perspective and seriously consider an autistic mind with respect, or dignity. Particularly one with such a beautiful, weeping heart. All of it was expressing things he had inside him. Even if he was funny, even if it coincided with comedy, he wasn't a joke. He was a genius.

sapphling

lot of people believe in the existence of the patriarchy so long as it has nothing to do with relationships or sex or employment or the family or social status or abuse or power or