Riga, Latvia (by Nikola)

Slovakia, eyes , angels and metals

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SUBDERMAL by Elisyan 

It's in zombie genre surely, even though, like in some zombie media, they are more aptly called "Infected" , like with the flu in Shaun of the Dead, the Green Flu in Left For Dead.. etc etc.. Humanity is the evil, ex-human, blood thirsty creatures, seeking anything to take their rage out on... Obviously, they aint just "zombie", right

But it has become ingrained into the genre, and may I say, it does well to fit in it. It provides a sorts of commentary, I feel like, or you could imagine it does, which Is common for the films of undead, the risen,,, eh eh, it has this essence to it, Zombie Essence..

The infected, they have the Rage Virus, CAUSED BY HUMANITY, some environmentalists, or or, environment preservationists, ah ah ists, animal rights activists!! you know, they're these people who think they're doin right by breakin into a lab where monkies,chimps, are subject to constant violent television,,the scientist(s) were researching what creates anger, and they isolated this specific thing, and when pairing the thing with an ebola delivery system, it mutated hella crazy... man, and that's the rage virus, spreads only through primates..

This film brought this idea of fast, violent, volatile creatures, it was a turning point in the zombie genre.. Many representations of the undead, the infected, the zombie, would reflect this archetype, this form.. the connections between zombie and infected , it's common, aye? Something fast, something angry... uncontrollable...

Perhaps later on this speed and anger turned zombie films into nothing more than action films, but for 28 Days Later, it was something different

This version has sound onnnn And the other didnt for some reaspn LO SIENTO but i may as well repost

I'm so cold, I'm shaking. I'm so hot I'm sweating. Blow my head right off my shoulders.

The Subject is over

Peel off

Clatter of the chips, pop a prayer like a pill, it's an imagined insurance for the shit with which you cannot deal in every lacking moment of assurance forms.

Turn to splatter on the wall no matter which way the coin flips, win or lose, the ball is gonna roll through the brain and bone.

Take a drink or two n' raise the bar, then hit the deck when all's said and done. Home is where i lay the dead at night, dome a couple tin piece men and lay still with them as they rot.

May as well make a show of the hole or straddle a pole, honey luscious skin shining for the money, or at this point for the fun out pokin' through to the tightly clad cloth, beckons to pull the trigger under trench, pocketed in coat. Cash, brass, bass and matter, nothin' else matters after crossin' lotus tree, got me needin' take axe and lighter, tell the boys to zip it up and get back to ship.

Leave the saloon and mount your saddle, watching the sun drizzle out while counting what's still in the gun. Spit and shine, visit like an off meal in some hole in the wall, sit down in and fall on through, get caught up in the scene rent an inn and rent to the passin', whoever may be comin'.

Stall or steer, let it take you or send it flailin' to the goal, life is a gamble, and I'm playin' to lose. Any end shall have been part of my life, any slip up my bust or loss, breathin' every moment I place a wager, meager vice versa play unto my vices and violence. I'm a dirty weasel painting the path of life on a finagled easle, make it easy and bear your arms to let us lay down ours, take in cuff and lock, skip and cheer.

Shatter a tooth then wreck the groin, rinse and repeat till the river runs red, I'll be playin till i end up dead, hair already grayin, what time do i got left? Green, black, red, glance at the number and glance at the shade, every movement a bluff, every moment a poke at the chip and the burning stove.

If life is a highway, every second is a toll booth, and I'm the held down fool convicted by the man, coursing with conviction und red as blood within vein, speeding past as many stops as possible.

Saturday, January 11, 2025. 17:03

Abrasion from something soft like snow, I slip in the glass and get a beautiful tiny dash in skin from rubbing across cold sand...

I search for flesh and here i get "human fleshlight" and other such garbage.... You're fucking disgusting , all of you, I was once a human, but these days no longer, thats why Im in a headache so constantly, I'm become something less man, and more animal , they couldnt define me properly in their statistics and borders, for I am not one of them, and their words cannot so truthfully describe me. I go to search human , oh no, Humiliation? Are you fucking kidding me? Sissy, kink, cuck, cunt, cock, fuck, cum , dirty words and dirty expressions for which in some part I wholly wish for you to express, be free, but.... sex is something of an animal, and In my mind It's wrong to be an animal, or to be human. It's all the worst things, sex, temptations, I swear I sound like some lover of christ, but I love not, and I believe not

I'm backwards and forwards, slipping like one in some sanity bathing funk

Lyon, France (by Jonne)

The real reason cats get startled by their own reflection