Between the endless azure sky, ringing with clarity, and the gold-specked, blood-flecked dirt, jagged and portentous, our players enact a war-ritual. The artist–the sorceress who stalks this ruined temple–orders her man to fire bullet holes into her artwork. “Each bullet hole is a portal into the immortal,” to achieve immortality, infinitude, to become one with the sky, one must become an artwork, to dive into those bullet hole portals. Violence as artwork. Artwork as alchemy.

Let The Corpses Tan. — J Everett is the editor and publisher of APOCALYPSE CONFIDENTIAL, co-host of the ELLROY BOYS podcast and tweets as BLAUERGEIST!

out in the desert, the shaggy hippie dream, such as it was, died with the Manson family, bleached and withered by the Sun and CIA-grade acid, crystallized into a mall with a Sharper Image and a Williams-Sonoma haunted by the ghosts of an old silver mine prospector and an Apache war chieftain locked in eternal combat. 

I wrote this...poem, prose fragment, tonal nonsense, whatever.. and read it at the beginning of the ELLROY BOYS episode on White Of The Eye, a 1987 masterpiece of cosmic misogyny, a vaporwave gothic Arizona giallo truly unlike anything I've ever seen. I strongly encourage you to watch the movie and listen to the episode. -- … Continue reading out in the desert, the shaggy hippie dream, such as it was, died with the Manson family, bleached and withered by the Sun and CIA-grade acid, crystallized into a mall with a Sharper Image and a Williams-Sonoma haunted by the ghosts of an old silver mine prospector and an Apache war chieftain locked in eternal combat. 

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