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saschaeatsteeth:

Life inspiration. Brutal.

Diamanda Galas in Excerpt from Positive, Rosa von Praunheim’s 1990 landmark movie depicting the AIDS crisis in New York City

You who speak of crowd control, of karma, or the punishment of god, do you feel the cages they are building in Kentucky, Tennessee and Texas while they’re giving ten to forty years to find a cure?

Do you pray each evening out of horror or of fear to the savage God whose bloody hand commands you now to die alone?

Let’s not chat about despair.

Do you taste the presence of the living death, while the skeleton beneath your open window waits with arms outstretched?

Do you spend each night in waiting for the devil’s little angels’ cries to burn you in your sleep?

Do you wait for miracles in small hotels with Seconal and Compazine, or for a ticket to the house of death in Amsterdam?

Let’s not chat about despair.

Do you wait in prison for the dreadful day the office of the butcher comes to carry you away?

Do you wait for saviors or the paradise to come in laundry rooms, in toilets or in cadillacs?

Are you crucified beneath the life machines with a shank inside your neck and a head which blossoms like a basketball?

Let’s not chat about despair.

Do you tremble at the timid steps of crying, smiling faces who, in mourning, now have come to pay their last respects?

In Kentucky Harry buys a round of beer to celebrate the death of Billy Smith, the queer, who’s mother still must hide her face in fear.

Let’s not chat about despair.

You who mix the words of torture, suicide, and death
with scotch and soda at the bar,
we’re all real decent people, aren’t we?
But there’s no time left for talk.
Let’s not chat about despair.
Please, don’t chat about despair.

(Source: sheshallbleed, via saschaeatsteeth-deactivated2012)