Sunday, 24 June 2012
Saturday, 23 June 2012
How To Greet Death
Greet death
with your hands in your pockets,
slouched back, cool,
collected, and confident.
Wear a hint of a grin
and a dash of cologne.
Say What took you so long?
Say You're behind the times, man.
Say Dead is the new black.
Coffin is the new condo.
Pallor is the new tan.
La vida muerta.
with your hands in your pockets,
slouched back, cool,
collected, and confident.
Wear a hint of a grin
and a dash of cologne.
Say What took you so long?
Say You're behind the times, man.
Say Dead is the new black.
Coffin is the new condo.
Pallor is the new tan.
La vida muerta.
Greet death
with a fistful of black-eyed susans,
butterflies in your stomach,
and two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.
Wear your father's cufflinks
and your mother's wedding ring.
Say I brought these for you, babe.
Say Kiss me, kiss me.
Say But wait until the sun comes up.
Just until daybreak.
I want to show you something.
Hasta la muerte, te amo.
with a fistful of black-eyed susans,
butterflies in your stomach,
and two tickets to tomorrow's sunrise.
Wear your father's cufflinks
and your mother's wedding ring.
Say I brought these for you, babe.
Say Kiss me, kiss me.
Say But wait until the sun comes up.
Just until daybreak.
I want to show you something.
Hasta la muerte, te amo.
Greet death
with a knife at your own neck,
chin up, throat bared,
cardiac in overdrive.
Wear nothing.
Wear nothing.
Say Bring it on motherfucker!
Say Only on my terms.
Say nothing
and open your throat.
and bleed to completion.
El final, el final, el finala
with a knife at your own neck,
chin up, throat bared,
cardiac in overdrive.
Wear nothing.
Wear nothing.
Say Bring it on motherfucker!
Say Only on my terms.
Say nothing
and open your throat.
and bleed to completion.
El final, el final, el finala
by Gabriel Gadfly.
Friday, 22 June 2012
HELLO WORLD.
I'm back.
Yay ^_^
Sorry for neglecting you....I've been busy? On holiday? The dog ate my laptop? Actually I've just had absolutely nothing of worth to say and instead decided not to contribute to the copious amounts of shitty blogs that are already circulating the internet. But what the hell, lets give it a go eh?
Thursday, 2 June 2011
Saturday, 20 November 2010
Captive.
I've been neglecting you as I've come into the power of Ipad, which does not yet contain a good app for blogspot damn it! So ive resorted to the old laptop, with its chunky buttons and lack of touch screen. I've come to love this old thing like a step child, its always been here and ive seen it grow old so im fond of it, but ive got a new baby now, and so the inevitable neglect has kicked in.
Anyways, some things i am fond of recently,
the first being John Fowles' 'The Collector'. Pure brilliance.
Briefly, this book was published in the 60's and has a spilt narration of two people. Beginning with our main protagonist Fredrick, who is a withdrawn and in many ways intresting character who collects butterflies. The second protagonist is the beautiful Miranda, with whom he becomes infactuated/obsessed with and proceeds to capture her and lock her in his basement.
Initially I did think this novel was a little bit tame (in comparison with previous shocking reads as posted) but as this book is so carefully and masterfully written, that the chilling nature of the situation and 'the collector' progresses subtly and actually proceeds to be more affecting than most things I have read. What a classic!
Before reading 'The Collector' I read 'Room' by Emma Donoghue which holds a great comparison to this book. Again a woman is captured, this time held captive in an 11 foot by 11 foot room and is narrated by her five year old son, Jack. I fell in love with this book and the narrative style very easily. I don't want to give anything away so just go read them both, now. :)
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