Dont Let them Take You Alive

Undermine their pompous authority, reject their moral standards, make anarchy and disorder your trademarks

Morphine hits the backs of the legs first, then the back of the neck, a spreading wave of relaxation slackening the muscles away from the bones so that you seem to float without outlines, like lying in
warm salt water. […]I lay down and closed my eyes. A series
of pictures passed, like watching a movie: A huge, neon-lighted cocktail bar that got larger and larger until streets, traffic, and street repairs were included in it; a waitress carrying a skull on a tray; stars in the clear sky. The physical impact of the fear of death; the shutting off of breath; the stopping of blood.

—Junky, William S. Burroughs (via the-absentminded)

the sake of art

y3ar-z3r0:

"For the sake of art." That was the first thing I ever heard you say, your skateboard resting against your knees. That big goofy grin on your face, I felt it too. Yes, I agreed. Anything for our dear mother, Art. She is holy. What wouldn’t we do for her? I was so clean at the time. So naive and…

Million dollar pussy 
Sleepin on Versace

Million dollar pussy
Sleepin on Versace