Jean-Luc Godard, Deux ou Trois Choses Que Je Sais d’Elle
Two or Three Things I Know About Her (1976)
fags these are the type of MEN we all drool over so learn to respect THEM and service THEM right! The STRAIGHT WHITE MAN is your SUPERIOR and you know it! Learn how as a faggot how you can truly give up your pathetic life and service THEM as you should in EVERY way!
fine art by Yoann Lossel
dear sweet gods of heaven and earth
P. Nicola Formichetti
M. Josh Coleman
A blur surrounding metallic automotive shells. Heat in stillness, oppressively silent. Quiet, only those objects silently radiating calmness. A soothing comfort to modern ailments. Beneath such moments are the constant murmurers of: computers, social networks, cellphones, work, bills, insurance, errands. All leading and ending nowhere, a constant cycle.
At these times is when I most want the radiating calmness to clear my mind off and away with the sun. But instead of peace I’ll be guiding pleasantries with force. I’ve lost my interest and bearings. I want to unmask all those layers. Tear them away.
At the party you said later on after I approached you “Sorry, I saw you when I entered.” but I watched you walk by in silence. Why am I even here? To only be made invisible by “friends”. Who cares and who am I?
Instead I’ll go online to meet personas which are unable to fulfill me. Suddenly, I see the tear, gaping open on my shirt. Reminding me of the foolishness and the masks I was unable to expose. If only I could have seen you then as I do now; Uncaring and unworthy of my friendship. My wounds are healing and I’ve moved on. No longer can we compare injuries.