Thursday, October 25, 2018
Tuesday, October 16, 2018
Death SS - 'Kings Of Evil' from Black Mass (1989)
I love Death SS so much. Hair-metal-era Death SS is for whatever reason even more exciting because it reminds me of when Alice Cooper's Trash album which I adore and I wish that Death SS had starred in an entire tv horror movie directed by Claudio Fragasso because that would rule so hard. <3 Happy Halloween!! <3
Also why did Death SS not open for Motley Crue on the Dr. Feelgood tour??? That would have been ridiculously awesome. Here is another awesome video from Black Mass, 'In The Darkness'!!! it is a power ballad! <3
Wednesday, October 10, 2018
Mary Margaret O'Hara - 'Body's In Trouble' from Miss America (1988)
does everyone have a list of songs or part-songs that they sing to themselves all the time? I do and this is one that I have sung to myself randomly almost as much as like 'Purple Rain' or 'Violet' or something and it is one of my favorite songs from one of my favorite albums and i feel like this so often and i am including the video and not just the song because it is important to SEE Mary Margaret O'Hara as her body is in trouble. My body is always in trouble. <3
PS: this video is the most 1988 video ever and i love it for that <3 <3
Monday, October 8, 2018
Tuesday, October 2, 2018
Halloween III (2011)
HALLOWEEN III
kitchen knife repurposed thru 3rd eye, leaking black stuff astrally everywhere til light fades out in slow waves dulling to whispers the whispers that say doesn't hurt quite so much anymore from here where its not, isn't not, spectral discharge / reverse flower
the knife is family
, a sharp breath halted mid-intake, a lament stifled and plowed under again, an without produced from wither and fray, exhaustion a surface troubled but never broken
to be claimed by or carried off, the doom marked is the doom paid, giving over, an undone here in the making
all the blood spilt back into the earth, into and around the roots of trees, roots of deadened stalks cast off their winding sheet, where it currents and pools and dries curled in itself, a rust or stain to be determined later, but not for a long time because at first it lay upon the earth, stunned and turning cold in the night air, smeared across grass, flecked in dirt, attempting recall of what there was before this because now only this now and for forever but no, always now a falling or seeping into, a plowed under and under again, far down where light cannot reach, where breath unheard, unmoving, down closer to the fire about which all turns ceaselessly, a fire which pulls all to all about itself, a fire we will never know but always feel a fire we may wish would go out for the love of all that is still good yet we are here after, after all and all again, weeping tears into the earth that will never reach, will never stain what is gone is never gone what is here will always be and blessed be and blessed be <3 <3 <3
Happy Halloween
<3 <3 <3 nathaxnne
kitchen knife repurposed thru 3rd eye, leaking black stuff astrally everywhere til light fades out in slow waves dulling to whispers the whispers that say doesn't hurt quite so much anymore from here where its not, isn't not, spectral discharge / reverse flower
the knife is family
, a sharp breath halted mid-intake, a lament stifled and plowed under again, an without produced from wither and fray, exhaustion a surface troubled but never broken
to be claimed by or carried off, the doom marked is the doom paid, giving over, an undone here in the making
all the blood spilt back into the earth, into and around the roots of trees, roots of deadened stalks cast off their winding sheet, where it currents and pools and dries curled in itself, a rust or stain to be determined later, but not for a long time because at first it lay upon the earth, stunned and turning cold in the night air, smeared across grass, flecked in dirt, attempting recall of what there was before this because now only this now and for forever but no, always now a falling or seeping into, a plowed under and under again, far down where light cannot reach, where breath unheard, unmoving, down closer to the fire about which all turns ceaselessly, a fire which pulls all to all about itself, a fire we will never know but always feel a fire we may wish would go out for the love of all that is still good yet we are here after, after all and all again, weeping tears into the earth that will never reach, will never stain what is gone is never gone what is here will always be and blessed be and blessed be <3 <3 <3
Happy Halloween
<3 <3 <3 nathaxnne
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