The
first movie ever to scare me out of my mind took place on
elm street,
being ten years old i try to escape all covered in pillows,
crawling away, lets call it a day, how can i stay when an
older sister´s laughing, downing me, im getting a
glimpse through my fingers wathing a sleeping girl getting
shattered, splattered all over the room, an apartment extreme
makeover leaving a blood cocoon. The second movie to scare
me out of my mind was the prince of darkness, 12 years old
i try to escape all covered in pillows, crawling away, how
can i stay, im watching horrified people sleeping, getting
messages in the shape of televised broadcasts, saying hell
will rise...
not a coincidence but a natural way of rationalising in
the western civilisation, lacking exposure
to various constant confrontation to so called EVIL..the
affection to old school videos´s really a
substitute to a lion, tiger, suffering, starvation or war,
recieving it in a couch is simply easier..
just go to your local grocery store, looking up suitable
complements for a race of munchies
back to the piratebay or a collection of physical dvd´s,
i freely seize the time and the pendulum enemies..outside
of my distant whereabouts of dario argento boxes and giallo
rarities
pioneers of when it comes to a point of view being romantic,
while chopping up dangling corpses
barely enough to handle so im creating a blend of old simplicity
comedies starting to elaborate with greenery, leaning being
unseen changing the sceenery´n its machinery, of actors
in motion sickness happily alive, searching, loosing, breaking
out, breaking in..awakening from monstrousities by breaking
atoms in adams family matters, accusing the castlefreak
for being a cenobite lookalike demon creature from the wack
lagoon in a crack platoon
you follow knowing the lingo=non linguistic pondering irony..theres
really questions, not-in-tact kid-napping answers right
about here, you think to yourself interacting deeply, patricular
accurate calculations cant really summarise whats passing
in front of my eyes simular with regular everyday scenarios
striving further away..i just wanna decay..
I wanna
decay for a couple of hours...
got nothing to say, im pressing play, got a few things to
devour...lasTing all day x4
Rationalising,
glorifying, patronising, horrifying, action packed occurrences
only relying on my attention..HELL no i dont wanna mention
daily life rutins when totally wired
in reliable endless, mystic storylines, from time to time,
shaking my world, making me shiver like
great waves....knowing how to behave. Ars memoriam techniques´s
making my hesitation tweak
artsy boring butiques´s making my new frustration
leak, into different directions ending up gathered in a
rarity cinematic lair of similarities in bloom of primitive
human behaviours loosing grip, choosing trips in front of
society´s belief and common behaviours
creators with skills is a dying breed writing wills....
given away to people looking for cheap thrills in boneyards
im a FORT BOYARD tiger chasing celebrities, trading places
put them in chains in ghastly gas chambers aswering riddles
about oblivion!
So how to get rid of the fear without no physical damage
to show?
how about therapy?chagning appearence to possible symbols
of these anxiety starters
pennywise, boogeymen, toxic avengers, frankenhookers, suburban
stranglers
pandora box grand opening hoping token jack in the boxes
works on psychological damage
that dislikes a particle bandage
I wanna
decay for a couple of hours...
got nothing to say, im pressing play, got a few things to
devour...lasTing all day x4 |
