Held in the hand of the world

Is anyone even there?   The messy, disjointed chronicle of a misanthropologist lost in the grimy, dimly-lit subway bathroom that is his mind.

After being floored by “The Holy Mountain”, I’m tonight attempting to devour Alejandro Jodorowsky’s “El Topo”.

After being floored by “The Holy Mountain”, I’m tonight attempting to devour Alejandro Jodorowsky’s “El Topo”.

(Source: sonofyvonne)

— 3 weeks ago with 44 notes
#holy mountain  #jodorowsky  #el topo  #midnight movie  #psychedelia 
“Film stars to me were always six feet four, had perfect teeth and could do handstands on Malibu Beach.. and didn’t need glasses.”
HAPPY 80TH BIRTHDAY MICHAEL CAINE!

(Source: missavagardner, via jimmyconways)

— 2 months ago with 6244 notes

severedlips:

JFC
SO I WAS BORED AND ILL YESTERDAY AND I THOUGHT TO MYSELF “hey Isis why don’t you go through some music videos and take screenshots” FOR NO APPARENT REASON
SO THAT’S WHAT I DID
AND THEN I GOT TO DINOSAUR JR’S OVER IT
AND THIS IS WHAT HAPPENED
SCREENSHOTTING THIS IS LITERALLY THE GREATEST DECISION I HAVE EVER MADE IN ALL MY LIFE

— 2 months ago with 18 notes

For the last 24 hours, I might as well have just wrapped my head in Cointreau- and Wild Turkey-soaked cotton wool, and stuck said head into J Mascis’ amp. Fuck.

— 2 months ago
#dino jr 

About to begin the final semseter of my undergrad degree, finally got a job, organising temporary (and well-paid) employment in Gladstone for 6 months, looking forward to a month-long trip to Ecuador with Jessie, and moving to Brisbane in January. This is the year I’ve been waiting a long time for.

— 3 months ago
#actually feeling 21 years old now 

Henry Rollins in “Deathdealer”

— 3 months ago
#henry rollins  #black flag  #mockumentary 
Behind the eyes I'm only sleeping: The Mercilessness of Time →

musings-and-machinations:

The place where I sleep is cold and abandoned. Where there once was life – the constant crescendo and crash of a thousand conversations, the warm embrace of familiarity and the comfort of anonymity – there is void. Between each blissful darkness that falls with every blink of my weary eyes I am…

— 4 months ago with 1 note