He learned some things about murder early on. He learned that men killed with less provocation than women. Men killed because they were drunk, stoned and pissed off. Men killed for money. Men killed because other men made them feel like sissies.
Men killed to impress other men. Men killed so they could talk about it. Men killed because they were weak and lazy. Murder sated their lust of the moment and narrowed down their options to a comprehensible few.
Men killed women for capitulation. The bitch wouldn’t give them head or give them her money. The bitch overcooked the steak. The bitch threw a fit when they traded her food stamps for dope. The bitch didn’t like them pawing her 12-year-old daughter.
Men did not kill women because they were systematically abused by the female gender. Women killed men because men fucked them over just that rigorously and persistently.
James Ellroy, My Dark Places
I’m not sure why I’m watching this right before I go to sleep…or why I felt compelled to re-watch this documentary at all.
Deliver Us from Evil is a fantastic documentary about a horrible man named Father Oliver O’Grady.
Burn in hell, you piece of shit.
'Are you ill at ease?' she asked again.
Then, like a man who pronounces his own doom, I answered, in a low voice: ‘Yes, I am ill at ease for love of you.’ And, as she did not stir nor answer, the same power moved my lips in spite of me, and I said: ‘I, who am unworthy of the lightest of your thoughts, I, who abuse hospitality and repay your gentle courtesy with bold presumption-I love you.’
Robert William Chambers, “The Demoiselle d’Ys”
"I stay drunk for days on end; my body always lets me down. I used to be handsome as hell, now I just hurt myself."
"Most of life is so hurry up and wait. That’s why I love making love on the first date. If you’re a slut, I’m a slut, okay, so tell them sluts you slut around with ‘slut, don’t hate.’"
Who would have thought the hardest part of writing a zine would be stapling it?
Anyway, I’m flying solo on this outing. I have no idea how you can get your hands on this, but it exists in our world now.
I’m telling the corner store by the MAX to get on this shit.
We tend to be unfair with loves who have made us suffer, and Joanna’s words, in spite of the unfamiliar affection they contained, frightened me. When reading them I felt that irrational contempt that such expressions of sentiment evoke in children or others who lack experience. But more than that, for the first time I started to think (and now I believe this was due only to my resentment) that Joanna was suffering from some kind of mental illness. Otherwise I could not explain the long silence that came before the letter; the broken syntax; the stammering, choppy ideas, so completely contrary to epistolary conventions. She was in Tangier, yes, but, what about before that? Where had she spent the winter? She had had a friend but she had been alone. And what about that date for ten years hence? These questions, and others of a similar nature, hounded me for days along with the unfair conviction, what had shamefully wormed its way inside me, that I had let myself be fooled. Was Joanna a strange, wounded, complicated creature? Had I been drawn to the wrong person? I needed to leave her behind, stop thinking about her.
Marcos Giralt Torrente, The End of Love (translated by Katherine Silver)
Cory Branan on Lightning 100
new song @ 0:21
Mean Time Blues (new song) @ 6:42
Karen’s Song @ 14:24
Anonymous asked: Is it racist for a white person to wear a Native American style headdress even if it's for a photoshoot? Like, I'm not running around in it at a concert for fun, I'm wearing it for art because they have a beautiful culture, so isn't there a difference?
I guess the difference is you’re a lot more pretentious with your racism?