Once I Had A Dream: A Perfectly Beautiful Room I Hope To Create For Myself One Day. Where I'll Feel Safe

Understand how you want. I only know what I see here, and what I see is the spark.

The only fact of his existence in the deep of my headphones to resurrect atrophied art skills or to encourage while being among humans tranquilizes me as hell.

    January 15 th, 1987     Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.

    Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls...     I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up.     The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.

    Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.

    I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.

Sometimes she leaves me alone, this venomous little serpent. But far more often she entwines my neck and makes me cry by her toxic whispering.

Mötley Crüe after a show. Shout At The Devil era. Part I.

Nikki under a blood moon

This collage I made back in 2022 has been rediscovered by a bunch of lovely people here recently, and I thought I might as well reblog it too. I still love it, and I appreciate your warm attention. ♡

Also. After I saw the fourth movie, I made a Neo x Smith art, for that gem contained so much fruitiness it was dripping off the screen. Here it is if anyone's interested:

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Hermitess

I just have never heard a program speak of love.

Cookies need love like everything does.

Dove personifying a metal poser

Complete project is here: https://www.behance.net/gallery/76409795/Cover-art-and-lyric-book-for-the-music-album

I'm tired of waiting

An' closing my eyes

I'm asking myself

Why is it all my horizons

Are so far away

I look in the mirror

Don't like what I see

In my reflection

A stranger is staring at me

Looking for love

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I understand these lines exactly how they're illustrated.

Man sees a stranger in the mirror, and this stranger looks so longing-for he begins to drill with eyes a lyric hero. And I believe this passage has a continuation.

When I had listened to these words closely, joyful relief and stupid giggling started to tear me apart, because it seemed like a clear allusion on slash (and selfcest). Which would mean classic rock is not entirely soaked with heteronormativity and toxic masculinity.

I know what the song tells about further. But I better close eyes on it and leave my delight untouched.

Alchemical extraction of the Pure Glam

Ingredients:

-   Sleaze;

-   Fairy Dust;

-   Grain of Riot;

-   Whiskey. It might seem that every alcohol suits, but if whiskey’s been replacing by Vodka, glam gets more hard rock features, as the look on early G’N’R makes to think.

Fanfic illustration.

Description of the scene:

Axl being in hot pursuit of the unknown bloody-minded creature. Although he is a kitsune in depicted reality, this part of him in current moment is mirrored only in the window glass behind. 

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