An xxjfg archive for posts featuring Xeno & Oaklander.
Glistening vistas of crystal lakes and lush purple mountains fringed by the light of twin suns bombarding their far sides with life. The cool moist air drifting up from the scattered lakes and brushing against the concrete bunkers rupturing the ground along a long grassy mound. The mass of troops laying on their backs staring…
Automatic II hits with Ian Curtis pronouncements from out of the fresh dusty rubble: the lazy work of laser equipped, nihilistic shock troop. Marching marching ever on through the ruinous concrete follies of Superpowers. Empty shells, empty windows, illuminated by the lattice of those oscillating death rays. Automatic. Automatic II hits with simple synthetic melodies…
I’d like to imagine that everyone reading this out there has seen Crash, father to us all David Cronenberg’s epic (anti)pornographic meditation on human compulsion and the aesthetics of sexual obsession, wherein a group of rather insane individuals make a series of quite literal connections between erotic satisfaction and motor accidents with unsurprisingly grisly results….