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At your feet, I supplicate for the things that make me a shinier human. Grant me access to your paint and mesh and at any cost iâll lick your machine with my card that iâll go fetch. Iâll hate what I see by the next day, but at least youâll be there to make the ache go away, for a price I have to pay.
nothing in life matters to the brink of death and thereâs surely a word for this matter though i will not stress.
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âVacillatorâ by @mothercain, dir. by Hayden Anhedonia and @silkenweinberg
How many times have I been told To "go out and meet people," As if I were a stranger Whose heart was filled with guile. But I am not a stranger, I am one of you. I have my own thoughts and feelings, My own hopes and dreams. I do not need to go out and meet people To feel fulfilled. I can find fulfillment in my own company. I do not need to be surrounded by people To feel happy. I can find happiness in my own solitude. So, please, do not tell me to "go out and meet people." I am perfectly content with my own company.
Society, Emily Dickinson.
I just need to get away from here
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anna pavlova in the garden of her home âivy houseâ in golders green outside london with her pet swan jack .
One year ago today, I accidentally discovered the defunct Bruce Mansfield plant in Shippingport, PA on a late night drive along the Ohio river while I was living in Coraopolis. Lights on the horizon from the bridge in Monaca led to âsmokeâ from cooling towers on the other side of the hill until I had followed the backroads all the way to what now sits in my mind as nothing short of a monument to God. Iâve always had a fascination with great brutalist structures, but something about the smokestacks, cooling towers, and other twisted entrails of the power plants of Pennsylvania truly changed the way I see the world and my place in it last year. I spent multiple nights a week parked on the side of the road outside that plant the entire 9 months I lived in Coraopolis; Iâd drive up the river in the middle of the night and sit there for hours, admiring the sheer might of the towers and how beautiful and resolute they stood against the grey night sky. They became a beacon of religiosity, of sexual liberation and enjoyment, of contentedness. When I would drive home, I would masturbate in the dark and think about them and only them. I think I miss the power plants more than anything since leaving Pennsylvania. Perverts wouldnât exist without Bruce Mansfield and neither would the person I am today. Happy 1 year anniversary to me and my giant concrete boyfriend âĄ
One year ago today, I accidentally discovered the defunct Bruce Mansfield plant in Shippingport, PA on a late night drive along the Ohio river while I was living in Coraopolis. Lights on the horizon from the bridge in Monaca led to âsmokeâ from cooling towers on the other side of the hill until I had followed the backroads all the way to what now sits in my mind as nothing short of a monument to God. Iâve always had a fascination with great brutalist structures, but something about the smokestacks, cooling towers, and other twisted entrails of the power plants of Pennsylvania truly changed the way I see the world and my place in it last year. I spent multiple nights a week parked on the side of the road outside that plant the entire 9 months I lived in Coraopolis; Iâd drive up the river in the middle of the night and sit there for hours, admiring the sheer might of the towers and how beautiful and resolute they stood against the grey night sky. They became a beacon of religiosity, of sexual liberation and enjoyment, of contentedness. When I would drive home, I would masturbate in the dark and think about them and only them. I think I miss the power plants more than anything since leaving Pennsylvania. Perverts wouldnât exist without Bruce Mansfield and neither would the person I am today. Happy 1 year anniversary to me and my giant concrete boyfriend âĄ
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The problem is that America has beaten down its people for decades and gotten them weak and desperate and now promises a way out, a way to transcend and rise above, through selling out their fellow man. They encourage contempt and hatred as one way ticket to not being included with the masses being death marched to poverty or imprisonment or whatever other bitter end surely awaits the people theyâre told are beneath them. An embarrassingly large chunk of white men are just straight up nazis these days as a way to dissociate from the rest of the carnage around them, even if theyâre broke and uneducated and from an impoverished background themselves. Theyâll vote for and align themselves with anything for a taste of power and control that makes them feel a little less helpless. The same goes for minorities. Theyâll punch down if they think itâll get them somewhere, even if in reality theyâre punching sideways. I donât know what else to say, really. Everybody is so incredibly hateful. We are a loveless, disrespectful nation. We are so spread thin by our government that we would sell each other out in a heartbeat for an ounce of relief. This is what weâve come to.
Itâs not even about Trump at this point. Heâs gonna get in office and do whatever he does and itâs gonna be a mess but whatever. This is indicative of deeper problem. This is just the ugly consequence of the already present reality in this country that we all just despise each other. There is no solidarity and there is no love. Trump being in office or not doesnât change the fact that America is a breeding ground for violent hatred. Trump has given people a shining example of how to give in to the worst parts of your human nature and make it the problem of everyone around them. I donât even know what weâre supposed to do about that. I donât know if thatâs something we can come back from. And if anything COULD be done about it, Trump certainly wouldnât do it. Honestly, Kamala probably wouldnât have either. We are so deeply fucked.
However, I must say, if you voted for Trump, I hope that peace never finds you. Instead, I hope clarity strikes you someday like a clap of lightning and you have to live the rest of your life with the knowledge and guilt of what youâve done and who you are as a person.
Love yall. Shit is so bleak but the world keeps spinning until it doesnât, I guess. We canât count on the government for literally even a shred of progress or hope so just keep up the good fight in your own personal lives. Thatâs literally the only thing to be done at this point. Stay safe out there. Maybe buy a gun.
vincent gallo by Terry Richardson
