Two is the beginning of the /beginning/.
James Matthew Barrie /slightly purified/
Yes, the publication date in parentheses is correct. I have dared to leave the safe zone of our beloved 80’s for the conceptual sake of presenting you two texts about two books which are radiant
The legendary retro-horror giant FANGORIA is back from the dead and teaming up with Lakeshore Records to bring you "HOLLYDOOM," a hellish audial celebration of the past, present, and future of terror and dread! This soundtrack features some devilishly delightful tracks from horror and synth
The missing All – prevented Me
From missing minor Things.
It is an hypothesis that the sun will rise tomorrow: and this means that we do not know whether it will rise.
PART 1 -
It was the middle of the night.
Chauncey had just stumbled his way out of the VIP lounge and down the alley connecting Spruce to Locust as he was casually strolling to his own beat. His arms moving in rhythm and his stride wide.
It’s a typical morning consisting of drinking and writing. Living in Tucson, AZ is somewhat of a culture shock to my sensibilities. Shock the same way you'd shock a wild animal by placing him in a sanitized suburban, urban outfitter exhibition decorated by hipster and
One of the least frequent reasons we grab the spine of a book while rummaging through shelves of either a library or a bookstore is the sole sight of the title. Now this may seem a bit strange but at first glance only. Most of
Philip K. Dick. What more can be possibly said about this outlandish individual when there have already been tens of fountain pens emptied, hundreds of typewriters jammed and thousands of keyboards broken in two over his bizarre "precise-adjectives-proof" prose? Not to mention millions of film
Half past Noon obliterates itself in favor of quarter to none. We are stranded in the middle of this indecipherable lucifer-ish hour which indicates neither the imminent necessity of dawn nor the continuous perseverance of night. Our weary eyes are fixed with hazy gazes, our
'We're all just out there, somewhere, waiting to /re/happen'
Scribble /slightly purified/
Three out of four. Numerals taking charge of verbs, adjectives, adverbs, their syntactic combinations and unsystematically anti-semantic disjunctions. Then a sudden explosiveness of succulency overthrows them all without the slightest throe of hesitation, conscience or
‘The artist, you see, must travel backwards in time. To become, once again, a child of dreams.’
Welcome to the second chapter of prequelo-sequelling adventures in Noonland! Last time we embarked on a delicious temporal escapade with Alice Liddell and Celia Hobart to 1998 and
Dune is a landmark title in the science fiction world, as omnipresent and mystical as its own characters and world. God Emperor Of Dune is the fourth entry in the series, and makes a good case for being the best of it.
3500 years have passed
Today we are going to dance. The party starts at noon sharp and is scheduled to end – if at all – well beyond each and every until of eternity.