theater of diminished faculties

June 2011

“Each of her deformities became a potent metaphor for the excitements of a new violence. Her body, with its angular contours, its unexpected junctions of mucus membrane and hairline, detrusor muscle and erectile tissue, was a ripening anthology of perverse possibilities.” —J.G. Ballard, Crash (via hyprcombustion, takeustothehospital)

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“Your mind is swollen from months of thought without release.” —Brooke Fraser; Scarlet  (via angelslust)

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“As June walked towards me from the darkness of the garden into the light of the door, I saw for the first time the most beautiful woman on earth. A startling white face, burning dark eyes, a face so alive I felt it would consume itself before my eyes. Years ago I tried to imagine true beauty; I created in my mind an image of just such a woman. I had never seen her until last night. Yet I knew long ago the phosphorescent color of her skin, her huntress profile, the evenness of her teeth. She is bizarre, fantastic, nervous, like someone in a high fever. Her beauty drowned me. As I sat before her, I felt I would do anything she asked of me. Henry suddenly faded. She was color and brilliance and strangeness.” —Anais Nin: Diary Vol One (via hoodoothatvoodoo) (via hoodoothatvoodoo) (via fireandether) (via in-fucking-bruges) (via lamortdesamants)

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