ETERNAL-INFERNAL POSTER WOMEN FOR THE DEBAUCHERY OF '90s ACID/HOUSE/INDUSTRIAL/TECHNO SOUNDS.
PIC(S) INFO: Spotlight on a mega photo-dump of censored cover art to "Voodoo-U" (also featuring "Stript" and "Crab Louse" 12" sleeve art), the 2nd studio album by Belgian electronic music band LORDS OF ACID, and released in 1994 under the American Recordings label. The artwork was designed by Los Angeles-based hot-rod artist Chris "Coop" Cooper.
Sources: www.discogs.com/release/482320-Lords-Of-Acid-Voodoo-U--Stript, www.discogs.com/release/2729356-Lords-Of-Acid-Voodoo-U, Pinterest, eBay, & Amazon.
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Streetart by ElReina @ Montevideo, Uruguay, for Cooparte Uy, SOA Arte Contemporáneo
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https://barbarapicci.com/2024/03/29/streetart-elreina-montevideo-uruguay-2/
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Streetart – ElReina @ Montevideo, Uruguay
Location: Montevideo, Uruguay Artist: Leandro Bustamante Reina aka ElReina For: Cooparte Uy, SOA Arte Contemporáneo Year: 2023 Photo Credits: Leandro…Streetart – ElReina @ Montevideo, Uruguay
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Day 5 - Emotionless
Friday, 9 October 2020 – Age 21
Warily Miller, the new guard in jail, watched his superior instruct the young black-haired prosecutor, better ex-prosecutor, through the safety camera. He was happy to sit here and in safety and not down there with this monstrous man who was smirking and chuckling at everybody who flinched because of him.
How could somebody possibly be so ruthless after killing his own mentor? After leaving a child parentless? How could Simon Blackquill not show any remorse over the deed he did? And how could he not be shaken down to the bone after being sentenced to death?
“How’s it going, new kid?”
Miller almost fell out of his chair and turned around to see Dickson stroll inside. The smug man cackled and placed himself next to him on the second chair.
“F-fine”, Miller stammered and then pointed on the monitor with Blackquill on it, “weren’t you supposed to bring him in? I didn’t see you there?”
Dickson shrugged and said: “I was sure ordered to do that, but then I got asked by a Detective if he could take my place.”
“Who?”
“Think a bit”, Dickson said, rolled his eyes and answered with no break for the other to respond, “Fulbright of course. The crazy guy who worked with Blackquill before he was pulled into this crazy secret case with the international investigation team.”
Miller nodded and gulped, as he saw how they lead Blackquill further into the facility. His personal belongings had been taken from him a while ago and he now was given the prisoners uniform.
“To think they let this one work on serial killer cases, how frightening huh?” Dickson joked and shoved Miller in the arm.
He chuckled awkwardly and stroked his arm before watching the man on the monitor again. Several times he had now looked up to the camera and grinned at them. He wasn’t sure why but it gave him the creeps.
“Maybe he was some sort of sociopath or psychopath all along”, Dickson mused and tapped his chin.
“I mean, who likes working on serial killings, mass murders and professional assassinations? This was the only time people saw him excited, I was told. Pretty telling, isn’t it?”
“If you say so”, Miller responded and watched Blackquill finally disappear in the cell tracks.
His case had gone down fast. He had confessed immediately and told them almost in the same instance, where they were to find the clues, they needed for arresting him. As if he thought they weren’t capable of finding it on their own. How arrogant and twisted could someone possibly be to think they needed to help people uncover his own crime?
“Maybe there is something to it…”
“To what?” Miller asked finally taking his eyes from the monitors.
Dickson leaned forward and vaguely gestured as he told him: “There are rumours that he never truly loved anybody. Not even his sister, who supposedly raised him!
And he himself said that he was asexual and aromatic.”
“Aromantic”, Miller corrected him with a frown.
“Yeah, sure. That. Anyway, maybe it’s really more probable that these kinds of people are just… well, emotionless enough to do such stuff.”
“Isn’t that a bit of a sketchy generalisation?” Miller doubted and glimpsed to the monitor again, where he had spotted Fulbright talking with on of their superiors in the instruction rooms.
He was faintly gesticulating and looked uncharacteristically gloomy.
“Yeah, you’re right. It’s certainly not the reason for him being so messed up but being that, surely didn’t help him”, Dickson retorted not seeing how Fulbright shook his head and left the room.
Miller nodded absentmindedly before he turned to Dickson and then told him that his shift was almost over and his replacement would come any second now.
The topic Blackquill was dropped but the talk they had was something that could be heard in every corner of the prison. Everyone was talking about the emotionless prosecutor, who had coldheartedly killed his mentor and misused everybody’s trust.
Soon everybody called him the Twisted Samurai and told stories about the feared man who at the age of 21 had killed his mentor Metis Cykes.
Maybe they told those stories to suffocate the guilty voice in their heads when they heard a small whimper from the man’s cell at night or saw the red eyes and sleep aching eyes from the dreaded convict in the morning.
But maybe he really was just an emotionless, twisted killer.
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