Evening, I am in great pain with my wisdom teeth.
London, 1977.
news reporting on murders is always like ‘the victim was described by the people who knew them as polite and funny’ like yeah i fucking bet they did what else are they gonna say. breaking news local man stabbed 1000 times to death, grieving friends and family described the deceased to reporters as ‘a bit of a cunt’, ‘mean and bad’ and ‘just generally kind of annoying, you know?’
A guide for new tumblr users:
1) This place is not a place of honor… no highly esteemed deed is commemorated here… nothing valued is here.
2) What is here was dangerous and repulsive to us. This message is a warning about danger.
3) The danger is in a particular location… it increases towards a center… the center of danger is here… of a particular size and shape, and below us.
4) The danger is still present, in your time, as it was in ours.
5) The danger is to the body, and it can kill.
6) The form of the danger is an emanation of energy.
7) The danger is unleashed only if you substantially disturb this place physically. This place is best shunned and left uninhabited.
Iggy Pop and The Stooges, Los Angeles 1970 to record Fun House, by Ed Caraeff, via John Varvatos in Vanity Fair
Waldbröl, August 2019