clothed with the sun

The coffin in my chest blows open in the wind, and for once I think I know what it’s like to be without all our dead and heavy things.

Horror of the flesh, of the organs, of each cell, primordial horror, chemical horror. Everything in me disintegrates, even this horror. In what grease, what pestilence the spirit has taken up its abode! This body, whose every pore elimi¬ nates enough stench to infect space, is no more than a mass of ordure through which circulates a scarcely less ignoble blood, no more than a tumor which disfigures the geometry of the globe. Supernatural disgust! No one approaches without revealing to me, despite himself, the stage of his putrefaction, the livid destiny which awaits him. Every sensation is sepulchral, every delight a dirge. What meditation, however somber, could rise to the conclusions—to the nightmare —of our pleasures? The true metaphysicians are found among the debauchees, not elsewhere.

So I tried to add the colors to the redesign I made, lemme know what you think (:

Necrophagy is the exposition of the meatiness of human flesh. Necrophagy parodies the sacramental meal by making its assumptions real. […] Cannibalism, the most elementary act of exploitation, that of turning the other directly into a comestible; of seeing the other in the most primitive terms of use. The strong abuse, exploit, and meatify the weak, says Sade. They must and will devour their natural prey. The primal condition of man cannot be modified in any way; it is, eat or be eaten.

In family-melodrama horror there is always one family member…trying to escape the confines of their limited existence, or an outsider coming into the narrative poised to steal them away. Their only social interaction…is with their siblings, but something happens that awakens them to the possibilities of the outside world. They may even make sincere attempts to escape, but as we have learned from a century of such films, the family always comes first, a reconciliation takes place, and the would-be escapee is forced to recognize their inherent nature and the fact that they belong with their family – especially when they are concealing a secret that would render them socially unacceptable to the outside world. They retreat to the familiarity of the only people who accept them for who they are. Again: traumatic bonding.