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[biologicalslicer-deactivated202]

自家製フルコース [DELUXE EDITION] / 蜉蝣 (2001) 

The deluxe edition features a holographic cover (as well as a postcard and a folded paper ‘napkin’)

[boccher]

jsyk OP literally listens to industrial music... they're normalising and finding depraved pleasure from sounds that literally injure & deafen & overstimulate ppl... they may very well start playing dangerous sounds out loud in public for their own sick enjoyment, we can't know until the damage is already dealt

[svartmalt]

Blixa Bargeld, 1986 performing Sand

[repoart]

Portrait of Blixa Bargeld in Egon Schiele style. Just trying.

[malpractices3]

[hospifal]

a lot of the time my thoughts have no desire of leaving my head, my brain cells are too clingy to let go

[glassfirefly]

Syd Barrett in the film Psychedelia (1969), directed by Kevin Whitney.

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[valseorcstra]

Siouxsie & The Banshees, London circa. 1976 © By Lee Black Childers / Ray Stevenson

[damazcuz]

Don't worry I'm a doctor. (Listens to your head with my stethoscope) .....fuuuuck..... no hope, no hope.

[nurse-w1th-wound]

What I think fascinates me most about pylons, apart from the whole "divine machinery" connection and view on them, is the fact that they're really just reflections of our own anatomy, and in turn natures anatomy.

The towering of the lattice steel structures reminds both of the base and branches of a tree, and the skeleton of a human.

The transmission pylons conductors creates an overhead network, much like how the mycelium and roots of trees creates an underground network, the human bodys nervous system an internal network, the clouds and lightning a sky network, and planets and stars an astral network.

And just like humans found and created something divine out of these natural and organic systems, we built, projected and found it in the pylons too, that are nowadays also part of the worlds layered network.

[purplevampiredoll]

[filmgifs]

Dog Day Afternoon 1975, dir. Sidney Lumet

[hospifal]

no matter how many books i read, music i listen to, or films i watch, it never feels like enough. I have an unquenchable thirst to learn everything and time seems to be my enemy

[uboacore]

An unintentionally ominous sign I saw recently

[moon-meat-blog]

“Cheap”; by Megan Cooper

[hospifal]

Just had a dream a classmate at a new class also liked EN and Rowland S. Howard but had no fucking clue who Nick Cave is… Not even the birthday party or the bad seeds. I was abt to make her listen to From Her to Eternity but I woke up… I had to feign the rest with my eyes closed. no way I was gonna let her go like this.