Black Sunday

Fire Walk With Me

Thank you, Nick Cave

Devil's Plaything

+ It's approaching 5 am. Listening to Danzig's "Lucifuge" LP and going blind staring at images of dead horses.
+ The night before last was my first day of work in the graveyard shift.
+ I love this.

Are we not all intrigued by the paradoxes, and making our final decision on which side of it we stand? Is this not amazing? Living and dying all at once. Each second closing in on death, always rotting. I know this is the thrill.

The Mummy's Ghost (1944)

When we speak the word "life," if must be understood we are not referring to life as we know it from its surface of fact, but to that fragile, fluctuating center which forms never reach. - Antonin Artaud