Thursday, March 31, 2011

Last weekend a couple of friends and I went to the aquarium and took a bunch of pictures.

This one ended up by being my favourite.



Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Haunted Air by Ossian Brown.

A book of incredible old Halloween photos (from circa 1875-1955) found at junk shops and garage sales etc. An amazing piece of historical Americana. I haven't seen a book I wanted so badly in ages.


Ossian Brown is an English artist and musician (he was in the industrial bands Coil and Cyclobe, and has made cameo appearances with Current 93 and The Nodding Folk). He worked in collaboration with David Lynch and Geoff Cox on this book.




So chilling and ironic. I think it will be my birthday present to myself.

Monday, March 28, 2011

Sunday, March 27, 2011



"When I really love someone, I can only show it by making aggressive and bad-taste remarks."

- Slavoj Zizek


Sometimes Urbandictionary.com is terrifyingly accurate.

Louise

Louise always attracts attention to herself even without trying. She is extremely intelligent but sometimes a little ditzy when she gets too excited, but always interesting and fun! Louise usually looks gorgeous and has a fantastic smile that lights everyone up. She treats people fairly and truthfully even if they don't like it! Don't mess with her - she will never forget it! Louise is the greatest one man woman lover you will ever find and is always optimistic with life, and stubbornly determined to succeed like a warrior at whatever she attempts. Louises are great people! Hug one and tell her so today!

Friday, March 25, 2011

Words of Advice for Young People by William S. Burroughs.

Meanwhile, life goes on...

I am sometimes asked if I have any words of advice for young people.
Well, here are a few simple admonitions for young and old, man and beast.

Never interfere in a boy and girl fight.

Beware of whores who say they don't want money. The hell they don't.
What they mean is that they want more money; much more, these are the most expensive whores what can be got.

If you're doing business with a religious son of a bitch, get it in writing; his word isn't worth shit, not with the good lord telling him how to fuck you on the deal.

If, after having been exposed to someone's presence, you feel as if you've lost a quart of plasma, avoid that presence. You need it like you need pernicious anemia.

We don't like to hear the word "vampire" around here; we're trying to improve our public image. Building a kindly, avuncular, benevolent image; "interdependence" is the keyword -- "enlightened interdependence".

Life in all its rich variety, take a little, leave a little. However, by the inexorable logistics of the vampiric process they always take more than they leave -- and why, indeed, should they take any?

Avoid fuck-ups. Fools, I call them. You all know the type -- no matter how good it sounds, everything they have anything to do with turns into a disaster. Trouble for themselves and everyone connected with them.
A fool is bad news, and it rubs off -- don't let it rub off on you.

Do not proffer sympathy to the mentally ill; it is a bottomless pit. Tell them firmly, "I am not paid to listen to this drivel -- you are a terminal fool!" Otherwise, they make you as crazy as they are.

Above all, avoid confirmed criminals.
They are a special malignant strain of fool.


- William S. Burroughs.

Sunday, March 20, 2011

"I’ve wasted a year of my life. Maybe everyone out there is a liar. And maybe the whole world is “stupid” and “ignorant” but I’d rather be in it. I’d rather be fucking in it than down here with you."

- Susanna Kaysen, Girl, Interrupted

Sunday, March 13, 2011

Big Time/Neil Young

gonna leave the pain behind
gonna leave the fools in line
gonna take the magic potion

gettin' in an old black car
gonna take a ride so far
to the land of suntan lotion

gonna take it state by state
till i hit the golden gate
get my feet wet in the ocean

i'm still living the dream we had
for me it's not over

walkin' on the bridge one day
lookin' out across the bay
i saw a rippling in the water

once a big ship had passed
i borrowed a traveller's glass
and focused on the ocean's daughter.

kind of like a wave confused
dancing in the sunset hews
she waved to me and called me over

i'm still living the dream we had
for me it's not over

talkin' 'bout a friend of mine
talkin' 'bout a gold mine
richest vein in any mountain.

talkin' 'bout the enemy
inside of me
talkin' 'bout that youthful fountain.

talkin' 'bout you and me
talkin' 'bout eternity
talkin' 'bout the big time.

i'm still living the dream we had
for me it's not over

Saturday, March 12, 2011

Thursday, March 3, 2011

Wolf Like Me/TV On The Radio

hey hey my playmate
won't you lay hands on me
mirror my malady
transfer my tragedy

got a curse i cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
when the moon is round and full
gotta bust that box gotta gut that fish

(my mind's aflame)

we could jet in a stolen car
but i bet we wouldn't get too far
before the transformation takes
its bloodlust tanks and crave gets slaked

my mind has changed my body's framed but god i like it
my heart's aflame, my body's strained but god i like it
my mind has changed my body's framed but god i like it
my heart's aflame, my body's strained but god i like it

charge me your day rate
i'll turn you out in time
when the moon is round and full
gonna teach you tricks that'll blow your mongrel mind
baby doll i recognise
you're a hideous thing inside
if ever there were a lucky kind
it's you, you, you, you

i know it's strange
another way
to get to know you
you'll never know
unless we go
so let me show you
i know it's strange
another way
to get to know you

we've got till noon
here comes the moon
so let it show you
show you
now

dream me, oh dreamer
down to the floor
open my hands and let them weave onto yours

feel me, completer
down to my core
open my heart and let it bleed onto yours

feeding on fever
down on all fours
show you what all the howling's for

hey hey my playmate
let me lay waste to thee
burned down their hanging trees
it's hot (here), hot (here), hot (here), hot (here)

got a curse we cannot lift
shines when the sunset shifts
there's a curse that comes with a kiss (we're howling forever)
the bite that binds the gift that gives

now that we got gone for good (we're howling forever)
writhing under your riding hood (oh, oh)
tell your grandma and your mama too (we're howling forever)
it's true, true, true, true

we're howling forever, oh, oh
we're howling forever, oh, oh
we're howling forever, oh, oh
we're howling forever, oh, oh
we're howling forever, oh, oh