"haaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaachewwwwaaahhhhh"

rough love

words by E. E. Cummings

nearer:breath of my breath:take not they tingling
limbs from me:make my pain their crazy meal
letting they tigers of smooth sweetness steal
slowly in dumb blossoms of new mingling:
deeper:blood of my blood:with upwardcringing
swiftness plunge these leopards of white ream
this pith of darkness:carve an evilfringing
flower of madness on gritted lips
and on sprawled eyes squirming with light insane
chisel the killing flame that dizzily grips.

Querying greys between mouthed houses curl

thirstily.  Dead stars stink.  dawn.  Inane,

the poetic carcass of a girl

my obsession with the plastic bag begun.

The Holy Mountain

"Deep, trippy, schizophrenic, symbolic, mystical, with great blasts of violence and astonishing sequence of Pictures, The Holy Mountain is simply what i call revolutionary art. If you want a comparison i'd say that it's more symbolic and meaningful than a Lynch film but with a simpler and clearer script. The dialogs are few to nonexistent, but the Images alone are enough to keep your mind busy for hours. For almost 110 minutes you're watching -experiencing is a more suitable word- an insane delusion but the finale comes to overthrow your previous state of mind- truly unique, one of the most subversive in the history of cinema. Watch this movie with an open mind and you'll surely witness one of the most provoking and mind-challenging pieces of art ever made."

way too flash
like it aint no thang