How glorious is this?! Upcycling at its finest…
@8tracks: “There was this one time in Berlin”
She had a chance to get out of New York before her job and her man both left her. Berlin was a whirl of late nights and early mornings driven by techno and cocaine. Dopamine depleted, collapsed on the plane in the window fairly certain that she would get a fat mouth breathing pedestrian Midwesterner seated next to her, but instead, looking up through make-up smeared eyes, it was just what she didn’t need.
Luke Skywalker (Bespin Fatigues) 38 figures
Merchandising Is Forever
And there are millions of teens who read because they are sad and lonely and enraged. They read because they live in an often-terrible world. They read because they believe, despite the callow protestations of certain adults, that books-especially the dark and dangerous ones-will save them.
As a child, I read because books–violent and not, blasphemous and not, terrifying and not–were the most loving and trustworthy things in my life. I read widely, and loved plenty of the classics so, yes, I recognized the domestic terrors faced by Louisa May Alcott’s March sisters. But I became the kid chased by werewolves, vampires, and evil clowns in Stephen King’s books. I read books about monsters and monstrous things, often written with monstrous language, because they taught me how to battle the real monsters in my life.
And now I write books for teenagers because I vividly remember what it felt like to be a teen facing everyday and epic dangers. I don’t write to protect them. It’s far too late for that. I write to give them weapons–in the form of words and ideas-that will help them fight their monsters. I write in blood because I remember what it felt like to bleed.”
Tueur de Monde (1979) 2/4
“World Killer”, a story told through individual prints, originally given as a gift to employees and friends of Les Humanoïdes Associés