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Hanging God of Boundaries

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About Me

I'm starting a zine called The New Flesh, wherein a cohort and I will be reviewing horror, sleaze, exploitation, and gore films along with books, art, and music that strikes my/our fancy. Don't look for it at your local newsstand, it's more likely to sneak into your room while you sleep and cause you to fuse with your technology. The breaking of time is when you die. I wish I weren't pretentious and stupid, but you know that's what life is. I stare too long at things that I can't see. Suspiria De Profundis and the writhing children on their gauzy beds. I wish to know you. I wish I could see me from afar, but I must rely on the cracked mirror of you to see, help me. or not. saying something real takes more than what I am capable of. see it? I am your cracked mirror now, speak.

My Interests

Gore, Rope, blood, screaming, Books (in as large a profusion as possible), Ray Bradbury, Tattoos, movies, Evil, Metal, Robots, the immaterial, whatever's in reach, learning, words, the profusion of the inevitable, talking, saying nothing with lots of words, writing (although it's never enough). tears, Dario Argento, Japanese cinema, Lucio Fulci, any and every zombie movie ever made, Sleaze, exploitation, knowing fucking everything, obsession, I am not morbid, I am morbid. I wish I made a bit of sense, but no one else does, so I take that as a particular sort of license.

I'd like to meet:

I no longer wish to subsist totally on the aether. I am interested only in the meat, not the new flesh of the electron screen. Remember that. That said if you are worth talking to then by all means message me, after that maybe we can be friends? that which feasts on the flesh of the living, the pretentious the insane, the driven, whatever dwells in the column of darkness inside. places incarnate, drunks, idiots, drunken idiots, the intelligentsia, myself, someone not already a cyborg. if you don't see by now you aren't alone. I wish that I could say something here.

Music:

Men without hats, King Diamond, Elefant, Mortician, Les Savy Fav, !!!, Electroclash, The Faint, Boris, Speed Metal, Gore Metal, Unearthed, Necrophagia, Overkill, Johnny Cash, Willie Nelson, and other Rebel country, Goblin (especially the Tenebrae soundtrack), Horror movie soundtracks, Bethlehem, Sunn 0))), The Hidden Hand (and just about every Southern Lord band), Dark Throne, Thrones, The Ramones (and other assorted punk rock bands), shit you've never heard of, unlistenable noise, doom metal, stoner metal, Deadbird, Rwake, Simon and Garfunkel, Death in June, Current 93, Sol Invictus, Dark Funeral, Sleep, Earth, Electric Wizard, Grails, Fabio Frizzi, Grand Belial's Key, Goatsnake, Goatwhore, Burning Witch, Khanate, John Zorn, Marduk, Burzum, Mayhem, Beherit, Wolves in the Throne Room, Merzbow, Mord, Nature & Organisation, Nurse With Wound, Origin, The Fucking Champs, Interpol, Sabers, Saint Vitus, The Obsessed, Son House, Sun Burned Hand of the Man, Swans, Swarm of the Lotus, diSEMBOWELMENT, Television, Richard Hell, The New York Dolls, Patti Smith, The Velvet Underground, Witchfinder General, Guitar Wolf, Harvestman, Bratmobile, Coven, Coffins, Celtic Frost, Burned Up Bled Dry, Boredoms, Blut Aus Nord, Bathory, Atheist, Interpol, and others I'm sure

Movies:

Suspiria, Tenebre, anything else by Dario Argento, anything by Lucio Fulci, any movie by Takashi Miike, Akira Kurosawa's Samurai movies, A Fistful of Dollars, They Live, Masters of the Universe, Pulp Fiction, Battle Royale (jap), Ju-Won, Ringu, Stacy, most japanese and italian Zombie movies, Two-Lane Blacktop, Man Bites Dog, films by Godard, Conan the Barbarian, Evil Dead, Evil Dead II, Army of Darkness, Holy Mountain, El Topo, The Brothers Quay puppet/stop motion films, Le Samourai, The Cinema of Death, Video Violence, Cannibal Holocaust, August Underground, August Underground Mordum, Mikey MaGgots films My Crepitus and etc.

Books:

I love golden age and silver age science fiction, Ray Bradbury (who I plan to meet before he dies), A Season in Hell by Rimbaud, Flowers of Evil by Baudelaire, everything by Charles Bukowski, Books about Cinema and making movies, any book on political theory, The Feminine Mystique, Lanark, The Clock of the Long now, A Heartbreaking Work of Staggering Genius, American Psycho, Locusts at the Edge of Summer, French Decadent Literature, Hunger by Knut Hamsun, White Skull by James Havoc, Peter Sotos, Jim Goad, Transgressive Literature, and others.

My Blog

Continuing to direct you to The New Flesh

I thought I’d direct any and all interested parties to my movie review blog: The New Flesh because I posted some reviews in honor of the passing of Charlton Heston.Good Night Sweet Prince1924-20...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Tue, 08 Apr 2008 07:55:00 PST

The New Flesh, a movie review blog

For anyone who's interested, I run a movie review blog called The New Flesh: Trashculture for a Trashworld.Check it out if you wanna make fun of what I watch, prove that you're more erudite than I con...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 18 Feb 2008 11:46:00 PST

spinning spinning

past the screaming woodnymph, sitting in the yard (me). sitting behind buildings eating various foodstuffs from an AQ, warm sun, warm belly, annoyed for 45 minutes with myself.spinning spinning darlin...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Fri, 04 May 2007 08:28:00 PST

There is no subject capable of encompassing.

The Great Hyperbolic Omni Cognate Neutro Wrangler.That is all.
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Sat, 30 Dec 2006 07:01:00 PST

Our bodies are overwhelmingly comprised of single-celled organisms that do not share our DNA

Sometimes, more frequently now, I scowl when I am alone and only smile when someone I like is around, I wonder when I scowl what I am thinking about on a cellular level. I wonder what the 10/11ths of ...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Wed, 13 Dec 2006 01:14:00 PST

Gematria

I think that now things are settling down, finally. For awhile there it seemed as if my life were minutes from imploding, or exploding... But, luckily, it seems as if the turbulence has passed. Of cou...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

sometimes you get so alone that it just makes sense

(name) has left. I fear that there is someone out there for whom there is no recourse. I feel broken, very, very, broken. I haven't really seen any of my friends (acquaintances?) recently, and v...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

2-12-04

I am sick on the inside with the days. There will, assuredly be an end to mine. But, I can't quite see that far. My time will end with much crying and gnashing of teeth. It will be a tim...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

2-10-04

english rhyming invariably sounds bad as poetry, which is why I will call this a potential song lyric. lights and cells in eyes and nerves it's past time blights and hells in I's and curves ...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST

2-5-04 and 2-6-04 (excerpts)

during Arabic: I want to spend time with (name) tonight, however, it's possible I promised my time to (other name) to go ridicule poor excuses for human beings. hm. later...before Comm:Sci-Fi: ...
Posted by Hanging God of Boundaries on Mon, 01 Jan 1900 12:00:00 PST