Blue bottle

The month of the Taurus has just begun. Now I’m pointlessly smitten with something elusive – a star sign that I adore. At least this feeling navigates me towards hope and other lovely things while deep inside, I simply don’t care. I’m trying not to pay attention to this negative attitude. Apathy on holiday or Read More …

Misogynist

The latest unnerving hypnagogic moment: not being able to escape it. It happened during an afternoon nap. I remember what I dreamt about, but the scariest thing was my attempt to wake up – my brain wouldn’t let me; my eyes wouldn’t open. Even when half-opened, I saw images from my dream trying to seep Read More …

Fallen

It’s only recently, during hypnagogic states, that I’ve heard people talk or whisper and see grotesque images in my mind like I was playing a nasty film. The scene starts with bleeding voodoo dolls looking similar to those on KoЯn’s Issues CD-cover, except that the voodoo dolls look slaughtered. One looked like it had its throat slit, Read More …

Atmosphere

The more I write, the more discouraged I feel. I just can’t find my way around this irony, and neither can I accept this paradoxical way of thinking any longer. Also, I fell in love with Joy Division’s music ten years too late. If you say there’s never a ‘too late for anything,’ then you Read More …

Sweet gore

I kind of ruined my appetite for dessert by watching Cannibal Holocaust. I didn’t throw up, though. I did throw up after twenty minutes of Blair Witch Project years ago. Motion sickness is always such a nuisance! I like the theme song of C. H. – it softens everything a little bit, gives the movie Read More …

Memento mori [cut]

There are two unpublished blog entries from last month. I’m evidently not doing that bad with my eight blogs a month. Spring has hardly started, and all they talk about is the weather and … [cut]. Instead of redrafting work, I’ve been watching tons of DVDs thanks to my flat mate’s amazing Lynch collection. I Read More …