Whew! Did I just see a flying car whizz by my window? How long did we sleep? It’s almost like we’re in the future! Give me a cocktail of Soylent Green and Adrenochrome with a spritz of Chemtrail mist–we made it to the 21st century!
I don’t know if you’ve noticed, dearest Filthy Dreams readers, but we here at Filthy Dreams are a little tech-shy. We’re just a tad slow to get involved with those gadgets like iPods, Walkmans, pagers. It’s our charm! (right? Right? RIGHT?!!!!) I mean, we should all be worried about 5G, shouldn’t we? I guess we’ll have to wait for the next Q drop to see. But in the meantime, we’ve finally made the leap and gave in to our Big Tech overlords and made an Instagram account for Filthy Dreams. It only took almost ten years to set up!
And this won’t be the end of Filthy Dreams taking social media by storm. Look out for us on TikTok in 2035!
Now, consider our Filthy Dreams (@ourfilthydreams literally) Instagram like a bargain bin version of Filthy Dreams itself. Rather than simply posting our articles like bores (though we will do that too), we wanted a place to sporadically throw all our inspirations of camp, trash, sleaze, filth, and other assorted oddities. Think of it like a dumpster dive into our favorite chosen aesthetics!
So to paraphrase Amanda Lear, “I’ll give you anything you want, Your wish is my command
if you agree to follow me.” Or us…we mean us…Follow us. Satisfaction guaranteed!
And for just a taste, here’s today’s tribute to Soft Cell and our elusive icon/maybe ecstasy drug dealer/”Torch” torch singer Cindy Ecstasy: