An old poem.  And there is no reference to The Slits, the band, albeit, they are awesome.
the hurting speaks
from a turbine soul
through the parallax gap
into the space devoid
disappointment seeps
and stains my sheets
weakness
tarnished, lost ideals
futile hopes
youthful expansion
now slowly
creeps, make
suffocating
makes the young
very very old
a dear friend
has died today
not of flesh,
but in youthful warrior spirit
the world has finally
made […]

Banks Violette, Ghost, 2002

Lost Cause

Okay, if you don’t know what any of those acronyms mean, we’re SOOOOOOO not friends. Just kidding. This shit is old, but it’s still FRESH. I don’t know why it popped in my mind just now, but when I re-watched it, I still was enthralled. I love the Romanticism vs. Futurism […]

Edvard Munch, “Vampire” / Love and Pain, 1893-94