I'm having another periodical "MM-wave". "Parts" of MM are lying beside me - his head, feet and hands, and locks of fire-red hair. I'm making a doll - a special Marilyn Manson for myself :)
I've been loving his image and art since 2000, thanks to a very strange hippie-girl (er....what was her name?) who tried to make me hers but all she got was my music-magazine "Rovesnik" and all I got was an experience "Each Gorlum in our lives has his special purpose and meaning". And what did she expect from me, at last? =)
This Gorlum's mission was to acquaint me with Marilyn Manson. And that's all =) and now he's my "favourite for all times", like Queen (but of course I admit that Queen's music is far more exquisite and interesting)...
I get loads of energy from MM's music, essays, lyrics, interviews and everything that's connected with this fantastic person. One photographer from Moscow has said (talking about fashion) - "if I see a preson who has a style that's opposite to mine but I feel that something behind the style - an individuality! - I feel that's MY person". I feel the same about MM.
Posthuman
She’s got eyes like Zapruder
And a mouth like heroin
She wants me to be
Perfect like Kennedy
This isn’t god
God is just a statistic
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
She’s pilgrim and pagan
Softworn and so-cial
In all of her dreams
She’s a saint like Jackie-O
This isn’t god
God is just a statistic
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
This is a riot
Religious and clean
God is a number you cannot count to
You are posthuman and hardwired
Coma White:
“All that glitters is cold”
Say,
“Show me the dead stars
All of them sing.”
This is a riot
Religious and clean