A long needle, syringes, gauze and other medical equipment lie strewn on a blood-splattered table. An X-ray of a hip joint. A photograph of an unidentifiable piece of flesh covered in bruises and needle pricks. These were the disturbing images that flickered by after I cautiously committed to watching Madonna’s Instagram stories earlier this week. … Continue reading
I am a crooked (wo)man and I’ve walked a crooked mile…what’s that? Oh, I’m just practicing for my inevitable prison crooning after getting pinched for petty larceny aka having some sticky fingers, the same ones that tattooed E.V.I.L. on his brother’s fist (that filthy five! They did nothing to challenge or resist). I mean, that … Continue reading
Your job, Genesis, is to short-circuit control,” once said the preeminent literary gentleman junkie William S. Burroughs to Genesis Breyer P-Orridge who, as much as we obsess about h/er on Filthy Dreams, needs no introduction (or shouldn’t!). And short-circuit control s/he did. I mean, what socially imposed and regulated norm of living didn’t Genesis shatter, … Continue reading
Ooh, baby! You touch me and set me on fire! With all this social distancing, how can I put out this fire? Oh, I know! With lots and lots of toilet paper! Filthy Fans, welcome to the end of civilization! This is the moment for which we have so very long prepared, the moment for … Continue reading
Was there any way to survive this past week and not be convinced that the world is ending? From the dud of a Democratic debate and the realization that a diverse field of candidates has been narrowed down to two elderly white guys to the potential for a widespread coronavirus pandemic and the deft choice … Continue reading
Happy Valentine’s Day! Feeling the need to drop to a knee at the first person who makes eye contact with you? Feeling into your pockets to ensure that your emergency engagement ring is still there? Tempted to slip a roofie into a punch bowl with fingers crossed? Stealing Valentines from others, only to argue that … Continue reading
*stares wide-eyed into the tantalizing and tacky abyss of the dancing waters* Wha…wha…what’s that? Who is trying to talk to us as we drift off into the Mall of America utopia of a dancing waters fountain playing a manic rendition of, well, all of the music from The Nutcracker? THIS IS CHRISTMAS!!! HOW DARE YOU?! Oh, it’s … Continue reading
In the gleefully artificial disco haze of 1977, our role model Amanda Lear deadpan announced that she was a photograph. “I am a glossy photograph,” she coos in her song “I Am A Photograph. “Of course I am a bit retouched and my color has been processed.” Over forty years later, Grimes–otherwise known as Claire Boucher, otherwise known as c, renamed by her billionaire beau Elon Musk for the symbol for the speed of light, otherwise known as another one of my maniacal obsessions–became a hologram. Continue reading
Dear Lana, forgive us our sins. Dear Lana, forgive us our sins…Wait…what’s that? Oh, I was just praying to our lord, savior, national anthem and blessed mother Lana Del Rey. If you’re not praying to your idols, then how are you expected to get anything out of life? Certainly even Jesus could recognize the cleansing … Continue reading
Why hello there, Filthy Dreams cult followers! I mean, readers…READERS! I swear, this website isn’t just an elaborate scheme to indoctrinate you into our tacky and trashy ways to create a camp cult utopia somewhere in the wilderness like…hm…Sweden! I hear they’ve got good psychedelics. I’m ready to deck myself out in flowers, and burn … Continue reading
