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POX : Quit Your Screamin’ and Start Streamin’!

Listen up! ‘Cause in case you haven’t heard . . . The movie POX

Written and directed by the wildly talented, wicked creative, and impressively prolific Lisa Stockton-Wilson — perhaps better known to the masses as singer / song-writer / musician / thespian / all-around Uh-Huh, Don’t-You-Wish-You-Were-Her phenomenonicon Miss Lisa Hammer

can be obtained for the “I Mean ; I Can’t Even” section of your DVD collection.

However, for those of you more on the instant gratification tip? The film is also available for streaming, by way of the almighty TLA Video.

This already-cult classic [ as in, like: Seriously, Mary . . . Where Have You Been? ] stars the inimitable Alizarinkryz as none other than POX himself.

In addition to our fearless cult leader, a slew of other luminaries appear in this cinematic delight — including :

Who? The dude from Gregg Araki‘s ever-incandescent, Thrill Kill Kult samplin’, endless-source-of-one-liners The Doom Generation? As in : That movie with Rose McGowan so white hot in her role as Amy Blue that you either wanted to be her or be with her or what-the-fuck-ever / I-can’t-even-relate-to-you, and Parker Posey‘s best cameo appearance probably, oh, ever, and of course Margaret Cho also shows because we’ve known she’s way fucking cool since long before your newbie ass was schooled how obnoxious it is for one to refer to himself by the majestic plural “we”? And uh-huh, dark-sider with so much erudite goth damage I bet even your toilet paper and tissue is pitch-hued : even and especially I’m looking at you when I reference how cEvin Key from Skinny Puppy fractured his knee during filming?

gif, animated gif, POX, Lisa Hammer, Alizarinkryz, Kim Helms

Yes. Yes, that James Duval.

And nope, the omission of Frank the Rabbit and Donnie Darko from my truncated ramble was neither oversight nor indication aforementioned title is not also chamber-tombed to my heart [for it is! It is : and how] but rather a reminder that fucking OATH, my beloved Bloggination! There’s a topic of much greater import to which I’m attempting to tend!

So, um. That being said? The film also features . . .

Kimberly Dzwonkowski, a.k.a. Kim Helms, whose performance is so effing g-damn genius; it’s full-on intracranial hemorrhage territory.

Levi Wilson, as the suicide punch meister of your masturbatory fantasies,

Sue Fletcher, as the neurotic loyal devoteé who deems herself “Mrs. POX.” [ And rightly so! ]

Do not, however, mistake her — or rather : her character, totes and obvs — for a groupie. If the subtitled still frame hovering above this cluster of text doesn’t clarify the distinction, then honey : I don’t know what to tell you . . . [ A simple suggestion, perhaps? Two words : Life Alert. Pleazh is all mine, Bee Tee Doubs ]

Incidentally, well aware I’m giving Generous in the screen cap department, though rest assured that it’s been anything but mad cazh or madly random. Au contraire, the act is one of scrupulous selection — of painstaking deliberation — by which I attempt to illustrate the gravitas of the sitch, bitch. Said another way? This film tackles some serious territory. That’s “serious” with implied italics. You feelin’ me?

And the atmosphere? Oh, how it delivers. Yes!

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Tumblr Reciprocation : Life Beyond The “68-&-Owe-One” Mentality

Oh, sweetness. Is it too much to fathom, the thought of dipping into the population?
This business with the little people—you know, your “followers”. . .
Can you simply Not. Be. Bothered?

Morrissey

Excluding the rare exception [ namely, bashin’ my dash with—well, content I don’t want to encourage;
hence, the deliberate omission]
, I don’t understand why a person wouldn’t “follow back.” Granted,
I’m still a novice in the grand scheme of tumblrification, but I don’t know of a means by which
one can tell how many “followers” a person has. . .nor do I care to, quite frankly.

I mean, MySpace has gone down the shitter—it doesn’t even have a name anymore;
that’s how far removed it is from social relevance.

Didn’t the myopic Don’t-You-Know-How-Many-“Friends”-I-Have mindset accompany it?

tumblr

[ Seriously? But SERIOUSLY ]

Lindsay Lohan

It’s rudimentary, my take on this sitch:
the primary function of tumblr’s dashboard [ or “feed” ] is that of an open dialogue, a continuous conversation
in which anyone from the 200 countries scattered around this curious planet we inhabit
has a unique opportunity [ so long as there’s internet access, though that’s a given—
I might as well be telling you it gets dark at night. . . ]

Because tumblr’s predominant means of communication is by way of a visual vocabulary, the opportunity
of which I speak is the ability for an individual to participate in the site’s ostensibly endless discussion
without the usual complications 6,800 different languages present.

possession, GIF

Sure, music is a ‘universal language'; we’re familiar with the adage, most of us.

In the case of tumblr, however,
the ability to upload videos & mp3s further validates my premise/rationale, rather than dilutes it.

mod chick, gif
[ She’s So Happening, via ThreeFrames.net ]

So : short of the long? Yeah, I follow back.
I also acknowledge that the sum of one’s “followers” does not deify.

[ Icarus much? I’d mutter Give Me A Break, but we have our day in the sun : each & every. . . ]

Oh, & when I attend a potluck dinner?

I don’t only eat the dish I brought.

Christian Bale

#knowwhatimfawkinsayin’ ?

flowers, gif

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Are You A Victim Of The Modern Witch-hunt?

[a quick check-list]:

How have relations with your peers been as of late?
Have any of your friends seemed distant, unavailable?  Perhaps a bit stand off-ish?
Or even worse: has anyone begun to treat you with suspicion?  Spoken to you with a distrusting tone?
Conducted a rash & volatile act upon your arrival—say, for example, the frenetic strumming of an
acoustic guitar to the tune of a [quote] “power ballad”?  &—if dare say that be the case—was
aforementioned ::SHUDDER:: stadium serenade coupled with an egregiously off-key
rendition of  lyrics such as “Don’t Stop Believin'”?
(Stop.  Believing.  What?!)

Quite frankly, do you feel as if your interests incite an impending sense of moral panic?

Are you persecuted…                                                                             for your taste in music?

In †hee Name Ov DELTΔ DELTΔ DELTΔ‘s Sacred †ri-Force
(an equal opportunity destroyer: for the xx, xy & x”whatever”/transitioning set),
TRUST:  We understand.


Some people have a genuine aversion to Witch House.

S’all there is to it.

So what’s a budding hex-head to do?

For such matters, we consult…

Aha! &
Just as I expected:
Fokkawolfe
is  T H E E . A N S W E R .

— for his —

Prolific updates, finger not just on the proverbial “pulse” or clichéd “trigger,” but rather the plunger of a 1 cc mainlining psychostimulant drogas directly from that four-chambered metronome nestled within one’s ribcage to the pleasure center of readers’ brains, flooding dopamines in a tsunami of methamphetamaniacuphoria, burning serotonin at such a deliciously dangerous–& dangerously delicious–rapid-fire rate, it’s been rumored that the back of some readers’ skulls have been blown open as if their pupils bulls-eyed all six chambers and short-circuited before the spinning even began: no need for the thrill of Russian Roulette when Fokkawolfe’s here EFFING. KILLING. IT.

Explosion, animated gif

[ & the rat-tat-tat-tat of exclamation points forage ahead, slaughtering daughters & posting cyanide-laced syllables that cement those blandular brooklyn blogs deeper, deeper still into the myopic ‘no maan, nobody’s doing that/this is how it is’ mentality in which they’re mired (though not admired) . . . ]

Whatever higher powers may be,

Rosemary's Baby, witches, animated gif, the occult

HALLELUJAH &
INORDINATE AMOUNTS OF GRATITUDE TO ± FOKKAWOLFE ±

[ also known as Laurence Conrad ]

Seriously?  But SERIOUSLY boss…
Totes the stokage you exist!

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