I murder her dress profile picture

I murder her dress

jawbone eat you with a knife and fork

About Me


I'd like to carry conversations with intellectual skeletons.

or ones that can teach me how to ride a bike...

and I have a zine with the lovely miss ramblin' ashlee and a hand-full of other people who contribute!

www.swamplandzine.com

My Interests

music.records.shows.
rock n' roll.
southern/roots rock.
tribal beats.
Ghost towns/Ghost towning.
theramins.
history.
intelligence.knowledge silent/foreign films.art.
making clothes.
literature.poetry.
dia de los muertos.
kutna hora.
cryptozoology.
jewlery making.
Salvador Dali.
photography.
museums.
Theater lighting.sound engineering.
Nick Cave.
haunted houses.
writing/lyrics.
adventures.
realism.surrealism.
native american and old west hisotry.
collecting old books and antiques.

I'd like to meet:



NIXA SAVES.

Now if these red walls could talk
They'd leave a split vein on me
I'd fall to the floor and
cry, cry, cry
Then get up and
spit to the door
Those lines on your face
They're so horribly drawn
Now I had to choose which right
to write
On your face of a million wrongs
I had to scratch out that place
Scratch it out from behind my eyes
Watch life devour itself
Kick up ash and
blind the light
That look on your face
was so masterly carved
with a grip on
a grip on
That butcher's knife
I stabbed at shadows
and killed all the air
Now if these red walls could talk
They'd cut out my tongue
and bury it under the floorboards.
Scream MUTE-INY!


---------------------------------

writing journal (public):
www.livejournal.com/users/mah_sanctum

ramble journal (friends only):
www.livejournal.com/users/funeral_empire

maimed with whiskey from the heart.

Music:

The Gun Club. (Ramblin')Jeffrey Lee Pierce. The Birthday Party. Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds. The Boys Next Door. 16 Horsepower. Woven Hand. The Denver Gentlemen. Jay Munly. Tarantella. The Black Heart Procession. Angela Tullida. Slim Cessna’s Auto Club. Strawfoot. Suicide. O’Death. Dream City Film Club. Reverend Deadeye. The Starvations. Einstuerzende Neubauten. Nathan Payne. The Guilty Hearts. Television. Scarlet's Remains. Fortune's Flesh. Roland S. Howard. The (Southern) Death Cult. The Dead Brothers. Clone Defects. Geza X and the Mommymen. Flesh Eaters. The Damned. Wire. Stiv Bators. Los Reactors. Alien Sex Fiend. 45 Grave. Crime & the City Solution. The Chameleons. David Sylvian & Japan. Ausgang. Cabaret Voltaire. Christian Death (with Rozz). The Church. Cinema Strange. Clan of Xymox. The Colours Out of Time. The Cramps. The Creatures. Crime. Danse Society. David Bowie. The Phantom Chords. The Dead Boys. Deadbeats. Demon Preacher. Brian Eno. The Fall. Gallon Drunk. Gerrit and the RnR Stalinists. The Godfathers. Johnny Thunders & the Heartbreakers. Iggy Pop. The Stooges. Joy Division. Los Microwaves. Lou Reed and the Velvets. Metabolist. Metal Urbain. The Piranhas. The Pogues. Radio Birdman. The Rapture. Rik L. Rik. Roky Erickson. Reverend Glasseye & His Wooden Legs. The Saints. The Scientists. The Screamers. Sex Gang Children. Sort Sol. Specimen. The Stranglers. Swans. Theater of Hate. T-Rex. The Pop Group. James Chance and the Contortions. Van Der Graaf Generator. Virgin Prunes. The Victims. Voodoo Organist. Von LMO. Wayne County & the Electric Chairs. X.

Movies:

Un Chien Andalou
The Cabinet of Dr. Caligari
Wild Zero
Dr. Strangelove: Or How I Learned To Stop Worrying and Love the Bomb
The Man Who Fell to Earth
silent and foreign films.
(Buster Keaton, Clara Bow, Greta Garbo)
The Proposition.

Books:

And the Ass Saw the Angel by Nick Cave

A Drink with Shane McGowan, Diary of a Genius by Salvador Dali, The American Way of Death by Jessica Mithford, King Ink by Nick Cave, Spoon River Anthology by Edgar Lee Masters, Bad Seed by Ian Johnston, anything having to do with mortuary science, history, music or art.

My Blog

find me 'neath the gallows tree. (with pictures) written by me.

I knew my bones were buried under that gallows tree, I searched for its mercy under piles of dried leaves and stone. Crushed wills surfaced through at the tips of my fingers, I clenched the dirt that ...
Posted by I murder her dress on Wed, 18 Oct 2006 06:31:00 PST

sin nombre.

The wicked wind softened Outside where the crows cackled I felt overwhelmed inside my heart would drown My appetite swallowed Itself in mirrors And I felt consumed   Sitting in vegetation Moti...
Posted by I murder her dress on Tue, 22 Aug 2006 02:05:00 PST

Seele Brennt (Soul Burns) by me. (with pictures) inspired by Einstürzende Neubauten.

Wretched scratching bones Gleaming at sinews embedded within Trapped knocking cages Wrapped in metal wires Screeching at high pitched keys Cracking twisted veins Sliced in half pitches Imbalanced hol...
Posted by I murder her dress on Thu, 03 Aug 2006 01:00:00 PST

Mother of Earth (In memorium R.I.P.) written by yours truly.

     Go tell the mountain, is all he spoke. The mountain was where savage met serene, it had a quiet beauty all its own that stretched for mile after mile. Trees and other vegetati...
Posted by I murder her dress on Fri, 07 Jul 2006 09:07:00 PST

Break by me. 4/19/06. [with picture] written in complete haste.

I purged away my fears that night,while my sanctuary kicked me from behind.Tears swelled up in my heartand dropped down into the rest of me.But I did not give in, no I did not.I choked it out of my sk...
Posted by I murder her dress on Tue, 23 May 2006 02:26:00 PST

SCREW a short story by me. PLEASE READ & LEAVE FEEDBACK!!

Murder was her appetite for living dead. She had suicides tangled in her hair, tied with a silver ribbon of a slashers rage and fury. Her eyes were like deep pits of burning ash, hot and sultry. She g...
Posted by I murder her dress on Fri, 03 Feb 2006 03:29:00 PST

entrapment. written by me.

the nostalgic record playsskipping on times outcomeround about and always, aswhite fuzz surrounds the air waysMemories infiltratedas I tried to rememberwhat was and never was.What is and what shall be...
Posted by I murder her dress on Mon, 12 Dec 2005 09:31:00 PST

Blind Eyesight by me (with 1 picture)

Eyes of morning dew Pitted deep like catacombs etched in stone Traced with angels blinding light Escape routes of the visionary The souls navigator, steering clear What meanings can be seen in a wo...
Posted by I murder her dress on Thu, 29 Dec 2005 08:10:00 PST

Struggle. written by yours truly. not that that's saying much.

My eyes are glazed pools of water With mirrors staring back at me Empty and soulless like a communicable disease Jumping from life to life Like fireflies caught in a childs jar of innocence Shaked, r...
Posted by I murder her dress on Sun, 23 Oct 2005 03:52:00 PST