As you sit at your desk, I stand behind you. I reach down, put my hands on top of your hands from behind, embracing you as I place your hands on your keyboard. I mash your fingers into the keyboard, and after a few tries, we manage to spell out your ridiculous question in the search bar on google.com. Holding the top of your right hand, I place it on your mouse, and direct your pointer to the “search” button. When I press my finger into the top of your index finger, the mouse makes an audible click, and I lean in and whisper directly into your disgusting ear, “I fucking hate you more than I can convey with mere words. Learn how to use your computer or I’m going to shit in your mouth while you’re sleeping. Cunt.” I stand up and slowly back into the shadows, disappearing with only the sound of all your shit breaking. You’ll never see me again, but every time you have someone else do a simple web search for you, you’ll think of me and cry a little.
These are available as hi-resolution wallpapers here.
Photographs from the 25th Anniversary Blue Velvet Exhibit held in the Dennis Hopper Building, 20 Princess Street, Wilmington, North Carolina, November 9th through the 13th 2011. All of the photos were taken on location during the production of David Lynch’s Blue Velvet in 1985 by Peter Braatz.
Mysteries of Love is a 2002 documentary about David Lynch’s Blue Velvet, directed by Jeffrey Schwarz. The documentary includes clips from the film, footage and photographs from behind the scenes, and interviews with Lynch, Kyle MacLachlan, Isabella Rossellini, Dennis Hopper and others.
I believe I can see the future,
Cause I repeat the same routine.
I think I used to have a purpose
But then again
That might have been a dream.
I think I used to have a voice,
Now I never make a sound,
I just do what I’ve been told.
I really don’t want them to come around.