NÄR DET SKÄR SIG

 
 
 
 
 
 
automatik
– du sa att så skulle det göras

se det ensamma i ögonen –
att triumfera, att triumfera, att triumfera –

 
 
 
 
Text av mig inspirerad av Samuel Beckett.
Bild gjord av mig. (Från en serie på 6 bilder. Fler kommer.)

BARELY (THERE)

 

 
 
UP: MY ARTWORK

NIN SONG: AT THE HEART OF IT ALL (APHEX TWIN REMIX);
       EARPHONES; LISTEN FULL LENGTH.

THE BACKGROUND WORLD

 
 
UP: MY ARTWORK

NIN SONG: THE BACKGROUND WORLD;
       END TRACK FROM EP ADD VIOLENCE.
       EARPHONES; LISTEN FULL LENGTH.
       NO COMPROMISES. REPEATS ITSELF 52 TIMES.

 
REPEATS MYSELF 52 TIMES.
OCTOBER LEAFS ARE COMING.

REWORK 1

NIN MEN WITH BOMBS MEN MEN MEN

 
 
THE ABILITY TO LAUGH AT WEAKNESS
ON SUNDAY GO TO SUPERMARKET
THE ABILITY TO LAUGH AT SUPERMARKET
THE ABILITY TO SEE THAT ONES EXISTENCE
SEEN FROM SPACE HAVE ABSOLUTELY NO PURPOSE
TO REALIZE THAT I AM WITHOUT MEANING ON THIS PLANET
AND EVEN REALIZE THAT I AM A BURDEN
TO THE HUMAN RACE BECAUSE WE ARE 7.5 BILLIONS HERE
AND THERE IS NOT THE ABILITY TO FEED ALL HUMANS

ON THIS PLANET

A PLANET OF BEAUTY, MYSTERY, AND IN SOME RARE CASES EVEN LOVE.

NIN EN VIDEO AV LYNCH

 
Click an image to start a slideshow.

THE LAST COMPUTER GAME ON EARTH

 
An old Radiohead video thingy that I fucked up in a video editing program (no, not a App or Application) confronted with a NIN audio masterpiece (”A Warm Place” from ”The Downward Spiral”).

The thing is called in Swedish: ”VÄRLDENS SISTA DATORSPEL”.

Watch by clicking this sentence.

ENTRY/SEX/SEMEN/BECOMING

 
i beat my machine it’s a part of me it’s inside of me i’m stuck in this dream it’s changing me i am becoming the me that you know had some second thoughts he’s covered with scabs and he is broken and sore the me that you know doesn’t come around much that part of me isn’t here anymore all pain disappears it’s the nature of my circuitry drowns out all i hear there’s no escape from this my new consciousness that me that you know used to have feelings but the blood has stopped pumping and he’s left to decay

the me that you know is now made up of wires and even when i’m right with you i’m so far away i can try to get away but i’ve strapped myself in i can try to scratch away the sound in my ears i can see it killing away all my bad parts i don’t want to listen but it’s all too clear hiding backwards inside of me i feel so unafraid annie, hold a little tighter i might just slip away it won’t give up it wants me dead goddamn this noise inside my head

text från NIN; – the becoming