#foundinternet

 

Actually, this is likely my current favourite way, iaochaoid 6.0 likely sounds like🤣🤣🤣🤪🤪🤨🤨🤨🧸_

 

Today rewatched ‘Interview with the Vampire’(1994)

“now look with your vampire eyes”

“They know about us. They watch us dine on empty plates and drink from empty glasses.”

“The statue seemed to move, but didn’t. The world had changed, yet stayed the same. I was a newborn vampire weeping at the beauty of the night”

“We reached the Mediterranean. I wanted those waters to be blue, but they were black, nighttime waters”

“We searched village after village, country after country. And always we found nothing. I began to believe we were the only ones. There was a strange comfort in that thought. For what could the damned really have to say to the damned?”

“Do you know how few vampires have the stamina for immortality? How quickly they perish of their own will? The world changes, we do not. Therein lies the irony that finally kills us”

2 versions of iaochaoid 6.0 ‘meta-weapon/pope of black rome’ logo

 

#currentlyrelistening

25 26 A pure signal. Peak SP discloses its function as liminal hymn to reconcile the sick war child god with the surface_,

Unleash the Armageddon
So all the children go to heaven
I sit by quiet still
With their pictures on my eyes
You’ll draw the guns you’re given
Write down the words as written
And never disturb the presence
Of resurrection crutch

And it’s about time
It’s about drawing near
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears

Descend the darkened stairways
Make hate with plastic playmates
And fire out remaining traces
Of your self-esteem
Mainline the deepest secrets
Lick clean the dirty fingers
I am a stranger to you
As you are to yourself

And it’s about time
It’s about fear
Blue skies bring tears
Don’t you want me
As I awake the city sigh
We’ll watch the seasons die
Blue skies bring tears

Take me inside your body
Cover me with your soul
To the darkest recess
Is where I wish to go
You are the sweetest flower
That I have ever devoured
I ask for nothing given
For nothing in return

Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears
Blue skies bring tears

 

#currentlyreading📖

 

#haveread

 

 

#currentlylisteningto Equally great modern depiction of ‘the mystery’, or the realm of the pure and profane. “You’ll be a lover in my bed, and a god to my head. We must never be apart.” What must I never be apart from? Verily my genius itself. Fidelio!!! As such, one of my spiritual goals is to always be reborn a heterosexual male. Peak SP IMHO

#haveread