frank eating the rose from the clerk.. hes a hungry boy i guess?
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frank eating the rose from the clerk.. hes a hungry boy i guess?
WE GOT MACHINE BUT THE KIDS GOT JESUS WE LIKE TO MOVE LIKE WE BOTH DONT NEED THIS GOD CANT HEAR YOU THEY WONT FIND YOU WATCH THEM BUILD A FRIEND JUST LIKE YOU MORNING SICKNESS XYZ TEENAGE GIRLS WITH ESP
hannibal 3x09 / twin peaks: the return part 2
don’t let them see your fucking back and TAKE. my fucking hand and never be afraid again
*suddenly dead serious* I get so gay off that tequila.
At the end of the day my main goal is still to blow up n then act like I don’t know nobody
well it rains and it pours while you’re out on your own if i crash on the couch can i sleep in my clothes cause i spent the night dancing i’m drunk i suppose
last night was a… no, yeah, it was a movie, it was just more of a mid-70s eastern european experimental snuff film than i expected
Oh my GOD.
bug and i genuinely genuinely genuinely just fucking screamed. you cannot fucking do that shit to me
worst day of your life but the first day as yourself.??????
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twin peaks — the foundations of decay
you are 16. you are talking with a gay man in his 50s or 60s, a friend, huge and gentle with a scarf and short fluffy curls of gray hair, who has directed you in two plays staged in your mid-size artsy town. (he has not yet asked you to be in his production of The Laramie Project which will change your life. this conversation will also change your life.)
he is talking about theatre. he is talking about theatre when he was younger. he says, "of course, it was AIDS then." in the pause, you ask him. clumsy and quiet and 16 and "straight," you ask him. what was it like.
he takes a moment in which his face is not like a person's face. "there was a time," he says, "i'm not sure how long, years. when i went to a funeral every weekend." he tells you about two funerals in a day, and choosing between friends when you couldn't make it to both. he does not look at you, he looks at them. his wet grey gaze is so clear that you start to see ghosts. it will be years before you understand why it feels like your grief too. why the ghosts call you family.
happy pride, family. i love every single one of you
wishing you all a reflective World AIDS Day today.
that Brian Eno quote about how whatever you find most repulsive about a medium (film grain, record scratches/fuzz, CDs skipping) will be the first thing you try and emulate once that medium is obsolete because it's "the sign of a moment too powerful for the medium assigned to contain it".... man.......
“Whatever you now find weird, ugly, uncomfortable and nasty about a new medium will surely become its signature. CD distortion, the jitteriness of digital video, the crap sound of 8-bit - all of these will be cherished and emulated as soon as they can be avoided. It’s the sound of failure: so much modern art is the sound of things going out of control, of a medium pushing to its limits and breaking apart. The distorted guitar sound is the sound of something too loud for the medium supposed to carry it. The blues singer with the cracked voice is the sound of an emotional cry too powerful for the throat that releases it. The excitement of grainy film, of bleached-out black and white, is the excitement of witnessing events too momentous for the medium assigned to record them.” -Brian Eno
I need to listen to music intravenously