industrial machinery
“Your skin is very dark and pale,” you say.
I move closer. You had a girlfriend you were seeing and she made you very happy. The breeze is light and the leaves crinkle under our behavior. How did she sleep? I touch your hair. Yesterday I slept on my side and thought about legumes I planted in a hidden plot near the train station. Two little legumes grew but I was anxious and plucked them before they were ripe. I spy them under my coat when no one is looking.
“I don’t like the sun,” you say.
There’s no texture in the grass here. It’s too smooth. Almost like paper that’s colored green. And the sky is the same. The sun looks like the face of a child that a child has drawn but I don’t stare because of photosynthesis. There are paintings of cannibals in the museum. Strange women with postures of gold and Persephone tincture ranging down on servings of humanity.
By Sean Brijbasi.
3:AM Asia: Tokyo Grindhouse
With such series as Girl Boss, Girls’ High School Terror, and Female Prisoner: Scorpion, as well as individual films like Ranking Boss Rock and Criminal Women: Killing Melody, Toei created a cinematic world filled with nudity, sex, cat-fights, torture, rape and revenge, and peopled by very, very bad girls – renegade cops, girl gang leaders, […]