.the omen directed by richard donner.1976.

.this addiction by alkaline trio.2010.

.chamber of chills no. 19 september 1953.

.die! die! my darling! directed by silvio narizzano.1965.

.die die my darling by the misfits.1984.

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.andrew wyeth.

I suck on this beer
in my kitchen
and think about
cleaning my fingernails
and shaving
as I listen to the
classical radio
station.
they play holiday
music.
I prefer to hear Christmas
music in July
while I am being threatened
with death by
a woman.
that’s
when I need it—
that’s
when I need
Bing Crosby and the
elves and
some fast
reindeer.

now I sit here
listening to this
slop in
season—it’s such
a sugar tit—
I’d rather play a game of
ping-pong with
the risen ghost
of Hitler.

amateur drunks run their cheerful
cars into each other
the ambulances sing to each
other outside.

.by charles bukowski.

what’s the use of a title?

they don’t make it
the beautiful die in flame —
suicide pills, rat poison, rope, what-
ever . . .
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes from the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject.

they don’t make it
the beautiful can’t endure,
they are the butterflies
they are the doves
they are the sparrows,
they don’t make it.

one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
in the sun.

the beautiful are found at the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.

they don’t make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

lovely and brilliant: life and suicide and death
as the old men play checkers in the sun
in the park

.by charles bukowski.

“do you remember where you were the night of pauls disappearance which was on the twentieth of december?“

.the priest and the matador by charles bukowski.

in the slow Mexican air I watched the bull die
and they cut off his ear, and his great head held
no more terror than a rock.

driving back the next day we stopped at the Mission
and watched the golden red and blue flowers pulling
like tigers in the wind.

set this to metric: the bull, and the fort of christ:
the matador on his knees, the dead bull his baby;
and the priest staring from the window
like a caged bear.

you may argue in the market place and pull at your
doubts with silken strings: I will only tell you
this: I have lived in both their temples,
believing all and nothing — perhaps, now, they will

die in mine.

.the priest and the matador by senses fail.

.it was weeks going on months ago when i was approached by a thin balding olde codger holding a massive black portfolio they asked to spill me the contents of.i obliged.it was full of olde posters and excepting the horny unicorn whilst yawning at the sight of landscapes and the oh so repulsive renoir who i loathe to no end a somber black and white caught in my eye.i knew i had to have it.and have it i do.

.this is that poster.hanging here at the veehive.

.james dean photographed by sanford h. roth on the set of giant.

“James Dean kept a hangman’s noose dangling in his living room and put it around his neck to pose for news pictures.“
.william s. burroughs in the preface to the atrocity exhibition by j.g. ballard.

“When the reporter noticed a hangman’s noose strung from the ceiling beam, and a sign—-WE ALSO REMOVE BODIES—tacked next to it, Dean chalked them up to “my macabre sense of humor.”
.ronald martinetti in the james dean story.

“Hector was the first of the gang
with a gun in his hand
and the first to do time
the first of the gang to die“

.first of the gang to die by morrissey.

.the original edward gorey illustration from the gashlycrumb tinies reads

h is for hector done in by a thug

.yours truly has here marred it for arts sake.

.the crying light by antony and the johnsons.to the beat of a dead horse by touché amoré.gypsyhook by sonny.

.years of refusal by morrissey.common existence by thursday.heart of fire by innerpartysystem.

.coconuts, plenty of junk food by cocorosie.danger mouse and sparklehorse present: dark night of the soul.cavecraft by babyland.

.relapse by eminem.no past no present no future by last lights.sick of wasting… by sage francis.

.of faith power and glory by vnv nation.daisy by brand new.lost ground by defeater.

.dead man’s bones by dead man’s bones.fever ray by fever ray.grey britain by gallows.

.and yours?