green room

I have not been this tense since Whiplash.

cocteau twins - pearly-dewdrops' drops

mihai radu

Stranger Things

Two nights.
One re-watch.
Bring on Halloween.
Bring it the fuck on.

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gordi - so here we are

choke

Choke is issued with a warning:

'If you're going to read this, don't bother.
After a couple pages, you won't want to be here. So forget it. Go away. Get out while you're still in one piece.
Save yourself.
There has to be something better on television. Or since you have so much time on your hands, maybe you could take a night course. Become a doctor. You could make something out of yourself. Treat yourself to a dinner out. Color your hair.
You're not getting any younger.
What happens here is first going to pis you off. After that it just gets worse and worse.'

...

I should have listened.
Chuck and I, we just don't get along.
I find him to be all shock and no substance.
And it's not even that shocking.
Angela Carter's made me blush harder and with more eloquence than Palahniuk will ever be capable of*.
Sometimes though, sometimes he comes out with a quote i can walk away with and that's probably why i keep giving him second chances:

' "The only frontier you have left is the world of intangibles. Everything else is sewn up too tight."
Caged inside too many laws.
By intangibles, she meant the Internet, movies, music, stories, art, rumors, computer programs, anything that isn't real. Virtual realities. Make-believe stuff. The culture.
The unreal is more powerful than the real.
Because nothing is as perfect as you can imagine it.
Because it's only intangible ideas, concepts, beliefs, fantasies that last. Stone crumbles. Wood rots. People, well, they die.
But things as fragile as a thought, a dream, a legend, they can go on and on.'


Choke
(Page 159-160)


*I love her. I love her. I love her. And i will never stop professing that love.

station eleven // american ghosts & old world wonders

'Crowds had gathered beneath the television monitors. Clark decided that whatever they were looking at, he couldn't face it without a cup of tea. He assumed it was a terrorist attack. He bought a cup of Earl Grey at a kiosk, and took his time adding the milk. This is the last time I'll stir milk into my tea without knowing what happened, he thought, wistful in advance for the present moment...'


Station Eleven
(Page 233)

Rating: 3.5-4/5

'The hovel on the Ferry stood, or, rather, leaned at a bibulous angle on a narrow street cut across at an oblique angle by another narrow street, all the old wooden homes like an upset cookie jar of broken gingerbread houses lurching this way and that way, and the shutters hanging of their hinges and windows stuffed with old newspaper, and the snagged picket fence and raised voices in unknown tongues and howling of dogs who, since puppyhood, had known of the world only the circumference of their chain. Outside the parlour window were nothing but rows of counterfeit houses that sometimes used to scream.'


American Ghosts & Old World Wonders
(Lizzie's Tiger)
(Page 4)

'I killed the car. And at once provoked such sudden, resonant quiet as if, when I switched off the ignition, I myself brought into being the shimmering late afternoon hush, the ripening sun, the very Pacific that, way below, at the foot of the cliff, shattered its foamy peripheries with the sound of a thousand distant cinema organs.'

- (The Merchant of Shadows)
(Page 66)

'In Burgundy, in the Middle Ages, they held a Feast of Fools that lasted all through the dead days, that vacant lapse of time during which, according to the hairy-legged mythology of the Norsemen, the sky wolf ate up the sun. By the time the sky wolf puked it up again, a person or persons unknown had fucked the New Year back into being during the days when all the boys wore sprigs of mistletoe in their hats. Filthy work, but somebody had to do it.'

- (In Pantoland)
(Page 102)

The legend of my birth begins with my dad in the midst of reading Angela Carter's novella, Love.
...
We were fated, Ms Carter and I.
Fated.

Rating: 4/5

A bonus Charles:
Who i currently refer to as: Monster Munch.

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chelsea wolfe - lone


equals


Equals doesn't tread new science fiction ground but the philosophy remains a constant:

All's forbidden and all are lost to wanting

Combine this with breathtaking cinematography, two actors graced with subtlety and a score to shred your insides and you've got a tale as old as time told gut-wrenchingly well.


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mitski - my body's made of crushed little stars

wy - bathrooms