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So the name is appealing, so are the visuals, the cryptic symbols used in their titles and the darkly twisted algorithm of music... it's my new obsession. I'm glad it's leaking out from hidden basements all over the world. It's time we experience music with substance, profound layers of meaning and subversion. WITCH HOUSE.

Do not believe in everything you see - the owls are not what they
seem. Same thing is to analyse a David Lynch Movie – sometimes a triangle is
not a triangle but a mountain like in Twin Peaks. -Cosmotropia de Xam of Mater Suspiria Vision

Great article about it:
http://www.cinema-suicide.com/2010/06/12/witch-house-ghost-drone-or-drag-whatever-you-want-to-call-it-its-terrifying/

Delusional Belief

i often overthink the way people feel about me, or see me. i guess i analyze a lot. or maybe i'm just a paranoid person. woohoooo 


Paranoia is a thought process believed to be heavily influenced by anxiety or fear, often to the point of irrationality and delusion. Paranoid thinking typically includes persecutory beliefs, or beliefs of conspiracy concerning a perceived threat towards oneself. Historically, this characterization was used to describe any delusional state.


The word paranoia comes from the Greek "παράνοια" (paranoia), "madness"^[1] and that from "παρά" (para), "beside, by"+ "νόος" (noos), "mind".^[3] The term was used to describe a mental illness in which a delusional belief is the sole or most prominent feature. In an original attempt at classifying different forms of mental illness

Atomic Age

Solar Love

macrabre

ma·ca·bre

Pronunciation: \mə-ˈkäb; -ˈkä-brə, -bər; -ˈkäbr^ə\

Function: adjective

Etymology: French, from (danse) macabre dance of death, from Middle French (danse de)Macabré

Date: 1889

1: having death as a subject :comprising or including a personalized representation of death

2: dwelling on the gruesome
3: tending to produce horror in a beholder

Playboy Post-Trashiness

A friend of mine from work invited me to an 'it' party at the Playboy mansion last night. I figured why not, I live in LA and I might as well experience one of these talked about parties. I'd never really had any desire to go and I think I now understand why.

So we met in a parking garage in Beverly Hills and took a VIP shuttle to the mansion. Only the celebrities like Paris Hilton and Corey Feldman (don't know the others) were allowed to drive with their security directly onto the premises. There were about 2500 people at the party, I'd say about 1900 were scantily clad, if not nude, women. In a tube top dress I felt extremely conservative (and proudly classy) to not blend in with the stench of desperation, sex, drugs and overall superficiality of the party.

in parking garage with Jill, walking towards shuttle after going through security

the 1st of dozens of setup 'photo opps' because living in this day of technology, after 'checking-in' on FB to the playboy mansion, people need to take as many photos of themselves proving their significance and experience of 'fun'. (unfortunately i am also a product of this generation, but i don't agree)

 

these kinds of girl's were everywhere, it made me think about the kind of girl that dreams of being in playboy and that lives for this kind of attention. besides being confusing to understand, it made me kinda sad.

waiting for the restroom, they turn heaters on inside them so people don't stay in there too long

Overall, the experience is memorable and I guess an important one. I realize I'm not really missing anything. All these parties and social events that are constantly being hyped about by the media, they're just trashy excuses to fulfill  a void of vanity. You can have the same 'wild night' in a sleazy bar in Hollywood. The girls may not be platinum blonde and there may not be dozens of staged 'photo opps', but you also won't need to worry about the diseases that live inside the pool's cave, or the disgusting perverse men that don't care about you as a person, your thoughts or even consider their own personal quests in life... the word 'flesh' kept echoing in my head all night. It's all just flesh. The facade we live in, maybe it would be more fun with a bit more class, a bit of subversion, something out of the ordinary... with true thoughts put behind it.

Dime Museum at Silverlake Lounge

Timur and the Dime Museum had a great performance at the Silverlake Lounge last night, full of making out, dancing, drunk Middle Eastern men, old friends (plus new ones) and a drummer. Here are some photos from the fun evening.

 

me, Auralynn and Jen