nebel

horror movies and today are whirling around in my brain like the weekend.

dripping mud and stareing into puddles with no names.

there is this morbid beauty in the leatherface dance.

whip that shit out on the dance floor, and break your nose.

when in an isolated episode, what comes out of ourselves?

I feel like a walking compromise to dawn of the dead, but with a texas chainsaw.

thinking of the illusions of control.
(in horror movies.)

liberation is terrifing.

and the new order and old order are equally problamatic.

it's fantastic how at every moment something is happening that is directly effecting you and human evolution.

now listen to Percy Faith - Theme From A Summer Place and chop raw meat or roll down a muddly hill while garbage gets stuck in your hair and you get panhandled for money that you don't have.