You found a way to hurt me.
1) all rock and rock-derived music, including the nastiest and fuzziest black metal, is directly descended from african american music. the theft of black music by white artists is well documented by historians of music.
2) the entire metal aesthetic owes itself to the gay erotica artist tom of finland, as interpreted by rob halford and then expanded on by countless legions.
3) shut the fuck up
↳ anon asked: Wes Gibbins or Connor Walsh
ROMEO & JULIET | BLACK SHAKESPEARE | 1930s
—- A group of African American college drama students in full makeup and costume during a dress rehearsal for Shakespeare’s Romeo & Juliet. Howard University, Washington DC, 1930s. Addison Scurlock (1883-1964), photographer.
Most of the intelligence community doesn’t believe he exists. The ones that do call him the Winter Soldier. He’s credited over two dozen assassinations in the last 50 years.
[casually still waiting for stacker pentecost to come back from the breach]
#he should just ominously float through the heavens in the form of clouds#like mufasa#or god
Tell me what you want. I’ll do anything I can to give it to you.
this month’s horoscopes
I found a poem I wrote in 2004 based on a photograph of a Victorian girl holding a dead baby, which I can’t find at all now.
Of Cecile Before the Turn of Winter
Spinning on the axis of Cecile,
she turns about so easily backward
one head too big for her christening gown
two steps out of patent,
knees pointing toward the factories
and freshly taught in dusty conservatories
by sour old spinsters,
clacking chalk pointers leaving red stripes on fleshy wrists
and those wrists always face inward toward one another
as the less discreet pupils giggle behind their dirty gloves
and teeth twisted as Cecile’s half-bent spine
that casts her at a stoop
the bones never lie
Yes, you Cecile,
in the middle years
prior to sixteen and far away from twenty
before your lips were thick on the opium pipe
you held the weight of your infant sister in your hands
heavy like a wooden bowl filled with water
the warmth of a living thing swishing about inside
and in fear of dropping you never held her at more
than a fingertip distance
always turning your face away from her glass marble eyes
empty as a doll’s
one minute fussing in her bassinette,
arms upward to the roof
and the next caught between two pillows
breathless as porcelain
without anyone bearing any notice
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