Saturday, 28 February 2015
Thursday, 26 February 2015
Wednesday, 25 February 2015
Jeuner, se nourrir de faim.
Du calme ma veuve d'amour, ta bouche n'est qu'un oasis dépourvu de syllabes.
Chose faite, chose oubliée.
Depuis longtemps que j'ai cédé aux prières de mon innocence.
Un autre nous, immaculé de candeur, se souviendra de ta félicité.
Qu'un nœud de corbeaux.
Burning Shadows warm the tears of our fallen angels.
L'ennui tue le temps imparfait.
Then the seas rose above the imploring sky and the drops rained theirs seed on our vacuous moon.
Nothing is something that has never been and will always be.
Monday, 23 February 2015
Cut The Sex and Dream Utility Lines
Cut the Trak Service Lines
The paws do not refresh
Clom Fliday Meester Surplus Oil
Working for the Yankee dollar?
Trak your own utilities
Friday, 20 February 2015
Thursday, 19 February 2015
IT WAS A PLEASURE TO BURN
IT was a special pleasure to see things eaten, to see things blackened and changed. With the
brass nozzle in his fists, with this great python spitting its venomous kerosene upon the world,
the blood pounded in his head, and his hands were the hands of some amazing conductor playing
all the symphonies of blazing and burning to bring down the tatters and charcoal ruins of history.
With his symbolic helmet numbered 451 on his stolid head, and his eyes all orange flame with
the thought of what came next, he flicked the igniter and the house jumped up in a gorging fire
that burned the evening sky red and yellow and black.
IF / HYPNOS / trailer from suka off on Vimeo.