Affinity for a trinity…
Skinny Puppy…Velvet Acid Christ…Mindless Self Indulgence…
Who are they, what are they, and what do they mean to me?
Skinny Puppy…Velvet Acid Christ…Mindless Self Indulgence…
Who are they, what are they, and what do they mean to me?
Jimmy Page (Led Zeppelin)… the Edge (U2)… Jack White (White Stripes)…
Might it really get that loud?…
so Here we are yet again, my tramps and dears alike, the day of days. friday the 13th and no Voorhees in sight. taking my place in the human race without being shy about it, and without the definite affinity with melting objects. the brain drains the pan dry, stepping out into the light, and the flickering display that consciousness has made me imperatively aware of first hand. what is luck, eh?… unlucky in life, unlucky in nearly every other aspect of living, but why the urge to move anyway? sometimes the motion kills remains of aches and seething hatreds that bury themselves under the skin, to stay active makes the blood flow into those warm places. a crutch for the unwary perhaps, but always with the sophisticated tone in ambivalence for reality working towards a progressive end, consistent …
Kismet for the dying culture in the unquenchable age of thirst and famine for knowledge.