ALL YESTERDAY'S PARTIES

You always worry, you have seen your best days, you are past the prime, there is no better future. Only if you believe that it become a reality. You must always be humble with your success and treat the people around you, make art, is the real self. Do not rely on past glory and life is always in the present, because it is the only thing is real.



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Dallas the premiere of Trash Humpers to have seen here.

THE BRIDGE

'We had been shooting the same scene all night and the last of the cocaine Rusty had picked up from The Turk in Echo Park had worn off. The actors were complaining about lubrication and pretty soon we were just going to have to settle for day for night. I was just about to change the magazine when the Maserati came over the hill, headlights off, jumping the curb and speeding straight through the set, running over Tonya’s legs and crushing Bo against the Doric column.

Though part of the lens had shattered into my left eye, I could still make out the figure inside as the white car peeled out in reverse and went back over the hill and I’m pretty sure it was a panther.'

(via TV Typewriter)

DARK PREY YOU

You are one of many on this cold, wet evening. The fog was heavy iron cloud on the brick street that affect the sound from each fingerprint. As you escape through the alley lined with waste, you realize another set of tracks next to you, and not merely an echo of the death of cooling. You hope that this labyrinth of decaying cement corridors will lead you life, as you hurry along, trying not to reveal fear. You are still in progress, but you do not know who or what.....



White Car - A Figure in the Dark

You finally have your way back to a dim street where the smell of garbage transforms suddenly into burning oil. Across, an agent of diamonds gold abuses the female pleasures as a man of no legs appeals to you from the sidewalk 'friend.' Turn its direction, like a White Car swerves toward you. You dive in time and gaze of passengers through wet glass - 'The eyes, oh my god, what wrong was of the eyes?'



Tuxedomoon - Dark Companion

As you slowly get to feet, the dust from your mantle, you can feel the eyes piercing the back of your neck. You turn see the shadow of the silhouette of your harasser and become frozen of shock and the lights reveal identities. It is a face you recognize in the depths of your unconscious, a face that has haunted you most horrific nightmares since .... that terrible night. Wondering if you dream that now the figure is closer and think about you as the chest and narrows the airways constrict, 'How did ____________ survive?'