All Alcoholics And Junkies Talk About Is How Many Days Since They’ve Done Blank, And How Great It Is

oh oh, oh, I can play this song, badly.  This is a song you dont fully appreciate til you’ve been there.

oh ive been there...

And the road was like a ribbon, and the moon was like a bone.

The vampire squid is neither a vampire, nor a squid.

Its Latin name translates as “the vampire squid from hell.” And while its crimson skin and glowing eyes support its title, deep sea ecologists like Bruce Robison of the montereybayaquarium Research Institute have come to see the vampire squid as the antithesis of a bloodsucking predator. In fact, studies have shown that Vampyroteuthis infernalis is actually a gentle steward of the ocean’s depths, gracefully foraging on marine detritus.

Watch the video:

https://www.youtube.com/embed/OwBNsXLfiik

“ Breath of the Streets “

https://www.youtube.com/embed/MTJJb1UqjuA

I was a big Primus fan, and still am, but once I learned they were just being the residents tying to sound like zappa I got less interested.

The Residents, One Minute Movies

I never could think of prostitutes as human beings or even as women. They seemed more like imbeciles or lunatics. But in their arms I felt absolute security. I could sleep soundly. It was pathetic how utterly devoid of greed they really were. And perhaps because they felt for me something like an affinity for their kind, these prostitutes always showed me a natural friendliness which never became oppressive. Friendliness with no ulterior motive, friendliness stripped of high pressure salesmanship, for someone who might never come again. Some nights I saw these imbecile, lunatic prostitutes with the halo of Mary. I went to them to escape from my dread of human beings, to seek a mere night of repose, but in the process of diverting myself with these 'kindred' prostitutes, I seem to have acquired before I was aware of it a certain offensive atmosphere which clung inseparably to me... I had, quite objectively speaking, passed through an apprenticeship in women at the hands of prostitutes, and I had of late become quite adept. The odor of ' lady killer ' had come to permeate me...I remembered now clumsily written letters from bar girls...with all of them I had been extremely negative and it had gone no further. But it was an undeniable fact, and not just some foolish delusion on my part, that there lingered about me an atmosphere which could send women into sentimental reveries. It caused me a bitterness akin to shame to have this pointed out by someone like Horiki; at the same time, I lost all interest in prostitutes

Osamu Dazai, No Longer Human

Now that the new IT is out ( because no one can come up with any new ideas ) everyones all batshit about stephen king again.  We can walk up and slap the guy, hes cool but hes you know, not that big a deal to us, hes there, he writes books. 

Us New Englanders, we’re writers, and as you can tell we’re pretty cunnin in the looks department too, yessah.

Japan Kabuki Performance

You won’t find me in any opera house when Kabuki theater exists.  People are always talking like Lazer Floyd, no, if you want those mushrooms to really hit you go see Kabuki theater.

Hellraiser Directed by Clive Barker (1987)