Joseph Towne’s wax anatomical models at the Gordon Museum of Pathology
By Mia-Jane Harris:’( I want to go.
If you love a flower that lives on a star, it is sweet to look at the sky at night. All the stars are a-bloom with flowers.
— Antoine de Saint-Exupéry (via hedi-slimane)
On Bakunin's Statism and Anarchy (1874)
- Bakunin: What does it mean, the proletariat organized as ruling class?
- Marx: It means that the proletariat, instead of struggling sectionally against the economically privileged class, has attained a sufficient strength and organization to employ general means of coercion in this struggle. It can however only use such economic means as abolish its own character as salariat, hence as class. With its complete victory its own rule thus also ends, as its class character has disappeared.
Pandrogeny - Genesis P-Orridge/Lady Jaye
We need to search for methods to break the preconceptions, modes of unthinking acceptance and expectations that make us, within our constructed behavior patterns, so vulnerable to Control
— Genesis P-Orridge (via some-velvet-morning)
It was only after I muttered “If only he wasn’t gay.”
That I realised, I am in fact a man myself.
Oh dear.
There were no easy answers. No easy way out. No escape. From yourself. You had to lean to deal with the cards you were dealt. Had to learn the hard way that the world doesn’t owe you a fucking thing. Not a reason, nor excuse. No apologies. Had to learn that some forms of insanity run in the family, pure genetics, polluted lifelines, full of disease. Profanity. Addiction. Coaddiction. Inability to deal with reality, what the fuck ever that’s supposed to mean when you’re born into an emotional ghetto of endless abuse. Where the only way out is in… deep, deep inside, so you poke holes in your skin, thinking that if you could just concentrate the pain it wouldn’t remain, an all-consuming surround which suffocates you from the first breath of day to your last dying day. Day in. Day out.
— Lydia Lunch, Paradoxia (via sleepinginmydreams)
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