Kennard Phillipps
More on this exhibition at the Photographer’s Gallery in London later.
Prayer for Isidore, Patron Saint of Internet
“ Every one interprets everything in terms of his own experience. If you say anything which does not touch a precisely similar spot in another man’s brain, he either misunderstands you, or doesn’t understand you at all. ”
Aleister Crowley, Diary of a Drug Fiend (via solifugae)
i want to live with a man
who will bring home the bacon. Lots of bacon. Pre-made bacon. I’m not willing to put out, mind you, I just really like bacon.
She couldn’t walk off the floor fast enough. Unfortunately, she’s not a ghost. If she was, she’d be way more of a myth, while much less missed. Instead, I’m hopeless to stay afloat, because she is just mist.
WISH YOU WERE HERE If you were here, you’d be stone by now. Give me viscery or gimme bed. I want yer inner coffee and yer lively fruit-like eyeballs::sucked:out:thy:sockets. Stacks of hair, half-stolen half-took out my pocket, stuck into some electric socket -SHOCK- &&& yer mind shuts OFF
She said she’d be my novacane. But now I can’t feel my face. MASQUERAAADDDEE PLASTIC FACES ON PARADE
