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.

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.

Vivian Maier.

I am fucking obsessed.

Vivian Maier

"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!

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.

From La Boca Design.

"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

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

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