"Ruin them. Wreck their lives. Then build them cubicles to end their days in. Hushaby. Lullaby. Die, dog. Little dog, die."
— James Joyce, Ulysses (via)
2014-05-27 21:31:44 /yr white trash future
For the three of you still paying attention to this thing, I’ve done a great big website/art update. It’s your usual overcast thematic intersections & NSFW naughty bits, and more incoming as time allows:
Leadsalad.com | White Trash Future.
There is of course a lot of my work here on my Tumblr as well, & please excuse the pimping: it’s either share here, or have it all sit unseen in yellowing stacks out in my garage.
We were. We are.
We are one flesh with the night.
In the passages, passages.
[ photo par Dirk Braeckman. ]
"You have come to the shore.
There are no instructions."
— Denise Levertov, The Book Without Words
(Source: lavieimmediate, via swanfucker)
Autechre - Eutow
[Tri Repetae++, 1997]