Crucifying KaЯmina BuЯana

I might be a little sentimentalist right here but; guys: I'm worried. I'm worried about Marilyn Manson. Now, hold on, don't look at me like that. I am not concerned about how a rock singer could affect nowadays post-terrorism youth; or how a 49 year old man with make-up could affect the modern aesthetics steriotypes of middle-America. No, we're over that. It's getting old, actually. Manson for the cover of Metal Hammer Maybe somehow it's a bit late to be writing about this, but the truht it's been hunting me since it happened. As you might have read or, worse yet, seen: Marilyn Manson had a mental and emotional breakdown on stage . Now hear me out cuz I'm writing this past my bed time after two cups of green tea. I'm living on the edge! A day after last Valentine's day, the Antichrist Superstar was giving a concert at the Paramount in Huntington, NY where he just cut his show short after demanding more and more "d...

I’m not over it yet, guys. This Marilyn Manson phase, I mean. Y’all know by know how crazy I am about MM, but lately I’ve been having a total obsessive break as it was the 2000 era of Holy Wood all over again (I didn’t misspelled Hollywood, that’s how Manson’s record it’s called). This regression has brought me to watch his most late film participation: Let Me Make you a Martyr (2016), one of those indie films oddly directed by two debutants young filmmakers, Corey Asraf and John Swab, attracted to the old cowboy story made new with a bit of murkiness and existentialism. Apparently it's a trend. It’s not like I’ve had directed a movie before, but I can’t really conceive how two directors can coexist in the making of the same very film. Any control freak would understand what I’m talking about: Creative decisions... Between two brains! Holy ego-conflicts Batman! But, it happened, it worked, it's a celluloid miracle that I’ve just realized… so sadly thi...

  Have you ever wondered how is it not being sick? Because I do questiong that myself quite a lot. It's been almost a whole years since I haven't been particularlly ill. I don't even know how... I barely leave home since I'm a freelancer writer. So, the hell happened? Beats me... all I know is my somewhere around my throath it's very swallen, wich from time to time it keeps me out of breath, so I don't have an asthma attack per se, but my neck it's so hurt, it's hard for me to breathe. How about that? Another mistery sickness to write down on my list. Haven't eaten all day, it hurts to swallow... even drinks. Oh, how... Oh, why?