wrap me in always, and drag me in with maybes
†collars and corsets†
†rejecting injunctive norms†
†top shelf liquor†
†my blackberry†
†fishnets and stilettos&dagger
†the sociology of it all†
†randoms†
†late night rendevouzs†
†shiny vinyl†
†adobe photoshop cs2†
†clearly stated versions of reality†
†fetish photography†
I've met him...
...and our bikes are fond of each other too.
†American Beauty†
†The Rules of Attraction†
†Dangerous Liaisons†
†Pulp Fiction†
†Romeo and Juliet†
†High Fidelity†
†Crash†
†American Psycho†
†Blow†
†Fight Club†
†Fear and Loathing In Las Vegas†
†Nip Tuck†
†Six Feet Under†
†Invisible Monsters†
†The Da Vinci Code†
†Brave New World†
"...our world is not the same as Othello's world. You can't make flivvers without steel–and you can't make tragedies without social instability. The world's stable now. People are happy; they get what they want, and they never want what they can't get. They're well off; they're safe; they're never ill; they're not afraid of death; they're blissfully ignorant of passion and old age; they're plagued with no mothers or fathers; they've got no wives, or children, or lovers to feel strongly about; they're so conditioned that they practically can't help behaving as they ought to behave. And if anything should go wrong, there's soma. Which you go and chuck out of the window in the name of liberty, Mr. Savage. Liberty!" He laughed
The Savage was silent for a little. "All the same," he insisted obstinately, "Othello's good, Othello's better than those feelies."
"Of course it is," the Controller agreed. "But that's the price we have to pay for stability. You've got to choose between happiness and what people used to call high art. We've sacrificed the high art. We have the feelies and the scent organ instead."
"But they don't mean anything."
"They mean themselves; they mean a lot of agreeable sensations to the audience."
The Savage shook his head. "It all seems to me quite horrible."
"Of course it does. Actual happiness always looks pretty squalid in comparison with the over compensations for misery. And, of course, stability isn't nearly so spectacular as instability. And being contented has none of the glamour of a good fight against misfortune, none of the picturesqueness of a struggle with temptation, or a fatal overthrow by passion or doubt. Happiness is never grand."
†Aldous Huxley†
†Chuck Palahniuk†