Random Ramblings
Yoshiki, 10.02.00

I am shaking. This pen is making unusual blotches everywhere... can’t keep still... I...

‘dry your tears with love’

Can someone be so beautiful as to be ugly?

Yoshiki. It hurts. Like a stomach pang. Like my eyes are not special enough to look upon such beauty. I haven’t lived long enough to absorb this amazing sensual experience.

It’s as if my eyes are reopened watching him grimace; his teeth tear at my being, creating a vulnerability...

Wet sexy exquisite breathless rolling graceful shiny silver leather sad smiling piece of human being...

... the visual equivalent of silk.

The embodiment of Adonis sits in a studio in a small suburb in a smoggy city with his head down and sunglasses to hide the holes behind his eyes.

The male Helen of Troy can’t make himself get up. His ‘tears’ have run twice over for a father and a friend closer than any.

To see the happiness he had... the height of a career gone... smiling, pouring water, throwing roses, hugging a mop of red hair that didn’t seem ephemeral. To see him fall onstage as if crushed...

... this to the zenith point of beautiful geniuses. I can feel my heart cracking.

I tried to meditate, to calm down, but my heart wouldn’t stop, my legs wouldn’t stop, my hands still won’t stop... my body knows this even better than my mind.

I can hear someone playing the violin inside my body.

‘memory... you never let me cry
and you... you never said goodbye’

Tears of Yoshiki of X Japan.


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