12.18.06
Posted in Gfx at 23:48 by Arkham
Renegade Studios Sig Of The Week Contest. Theme: Holiday.
Original wallpaper.
My idea for this sig was to make some iced builiding, something like a frozen palace; unlike the routine of our frantic life, holidays give us the chance to freeze the things we have to do, the people we have to meet and the places we have to go. Everything freezed. For a while. At least for a short whisper of time. And when the holiday ends, the sun will come out and melt the ice: we’ll be back in our dear, beloved frenzy 
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12.15.06
Posted in Books at 12:07 by Arkham
“Like most babies smell like butter
His smell smelled like no other
He was born scentless and senseless
He was born a scentless apprentice”
A scentless apprentice. And when I say apprentice, I do mean the wildest meaning of the word, that is a monster in search of knowledge. This is the main character of “Perfume” by Patrick Suskind, Jean Bauptiste Grenouille, a scentless kid lacking of any personal odour, and at the same time endowed with an incomparable sense of smell, able to remember and recognize all the scents in the world; Jean grows up in a poor quarter of Paris of the 18th century, where the poverty and the stink used to rule over everyone and everything, in a time where “there were no limits to the decomposing action of the bacteriums, and so there wasn’t any human activity, both constructive and destructive, nor manifestations of life, blooming or decaying, that didn’t came along with a bad smell”. A “scentless” childhood, frightening wet nurses as a child possessed by the devil and avoided by the other children, in which Jean starts to build his smelling vocabulary, exploring Paris and its wonderful scents. The event that will sign a turn in his life will be the meeting with a young girl, or better, the meeting with the perfume of a young girl; deranged by the foolish wish to have that scent forever, he smothers her and satisfies his lust smelling her fresh body and hair… From now on, the unique goal of his life will be the creation on that kind of perfume…
From Catullus, Carmina XIII.
“Nam unguentum dabo, quod meae puellae
donarunt Veneres Cupidinesque,
quod tu cum olfacies, deos rogabis
totum ut te faciant, Fabulle, nasum.”
“For I will give you a perfume, that my lady
received from the Venuses and the Cupids,
and when you smell it, Fabullus,
you’ll ask the gods to make you all nose.”
Musical references:
- Nirvana - Scentless Apprentice
- Rammstein - Du Riescht So Gut
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12.14.06
Posted in Movies at 02:15 by Arkham
To Tuco:
“You see, in this world there’s two kinds of people my friend - those with loaded guns, and those who dig. You dig.”
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12.12.06
Posted in Songs at 15:50 by Arkham
“Do you feel like a chain store?
Practically floored
One of many zeros
Kicked around bored
Your ears are full but you’re empty
Holding out your heart
To people who never really
Care how you are”
And now give me coffe and tv. Today a friend of mine had to format his laptop.
It could have been worse. The laptop could have had to format him.
Who knows? Maybe it already happens everyday.
“History
I’ve seen so much
I’m goin blind
And I’m braindead virtually”
I don’t know what i want but I know how to get it.
I still long for my coffee and for my Big Brother.
“Sociability
It’s hard enough for me
Take me away from this big bad world
And agree to marry me
So we can start all over again”
Amazed by less common and more wild places..
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12.11.06
Posted in Thoughts at 14:54 by Arkham
“I am a man of wealth and taste…”
You find yourself in the dark. The disgusting scent that surrounds the room makes you almost unable to breathe, and you can hear sinister echoes rumbling from afar.. Panicked and blind, you try to run, feeling your way along the walls looking for a door knob; when you finally touch it, you open the door wide in a rush. A freezing wind blows through your bones, while your eyes catch glimpses of mournful shadows… You keep walking. You are in a corridor now.
Hellish laughters cut your mind with pain, while you can hear the steps of someone approaching…
Don’t worry, you are just the first victim of a low-budget thriller movie.
A modern and hi-tech Jack The Ripper chases you, longing for your blood.
You try to run, but suddenly a wall becomes visible in front of your path. A huge, magical wall. In the middle of it, there is a quote, carved with grace in the bricks.
“Thou’ll shun the pain.”
You feel a fiendish pat on your shoulder..
Hi, this is my blog. Welcome.
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