should i die tonight
the falling snow would make a fine burial gown
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unafraid to explore and utilise the horror genre in an incredibly bizarre fashion, tetsuo: the iron man evokes visions of foul eroticism and the metallically grotesque, aided by what i could only describe as deranged editing and simply insane special effects. it's like being grasped by the most extraordinary nightmare, one that you wish to escape just as much as you wish to stay and witness the next events out of some morbid curiosity. contrary to the sense of disbelief…
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swirls of shadowy ambers and blues consume the city streets as smoke and rain bury the air; somewhere in the bustling crowds, a man rests on a window through which devices such as televisions are sold.
clearly an outsider, the man is reading a newspaper, and decides to purchase some food from a nearby stall. noodles, perhaps.
blade runner is brimming with ideas to be analysed. some of these ideas reflect the film's production context, such as the onset of…
over the past few days, i've been cycling through a range of feelings. negative feelings. i could go on about what i've been feeling, but ultimately, it can be summarised with this specific feeling of hatred i possess towards myself for feeling so much in the first place.
HOWEVER! it is not by any means a warrant for self-hatred to feel overwhelmed in such a way. sadness and lows are inevitable and make up a good chunk of life; one…
sex, sexual intercourse, the act of making love, coitus, fornication, fucking, the naked bed dance; whatever you'd like to call it, it is absolutely what drives men forward in this world.
ferrara is brilliant in conveying this judgement that plants itself so abruptly in thana's mind upon being degraded by those who drive her to become inseparable from her veiled pistol and an insatiable desire to rid the world and herself of men who simply crave sex.
roaming the streets at night, alluring and enigmatic, donning garments of the darkest hue, lips coated in bloody scarlet; she is ms. 45.