January 15 th, 1987 Van Nuys, 8:30 p.m.
Today we were back in the studio, writing for the new album. I rode in on my Harley feeling all jittery and decided to stop for a small fix... Went in Denny’s on Gower and Sunset (always the classy guy!). I didn’t have a spoon, so I bought a bottle of Pepsi, threw the bottle away, kept the cap and went in their bathroom to shoot up. The shitter was disgusting - black rings and shit stains around the bowl and the unclever graffiti all over the walls... I sat on my motorcycle helmet on the floor and filled the cap with water from the toilet. I dunno why I didn’t fill it from the sink, like any sane person would. I put the bottle cap on the toilet seat in the piss and stains, and poured coke in it. I drew it up in the syringe, washed it out in the shit water, put a little china white in the cap and cooked it, burning my fingers. I had no cottons, so I just drew it up and shot up. The studio was fine after that... I just felt dead.
Nikki Sixx, “The Heroin Diaries: A Year in the Life of a Shattered Rock Star”.
I hope we all understand it’s not a lure, but a warning.
Yearning for the glammy 80s
Made only now this little portrait, a thought of which didn't leave me since I've seen photo of Mahsa Ami̇ni̇ who died after morality police arrested her for wearing a hijab in a wrong way.
How absurd is this - none of mortal souls must have such a power over others' personal choices. Stand with Iranian women - they're fighting against something giant, swollen and very, very old. Something that doesn't want to go quietly.
I just have never heard a program speak of love.
Understand how you want. I only know what I see here, and what I see is the spark.
This post I want to dedicate to the earth.
I rarely meet her myself because the city surrounds me.
But I love her. And I know exactly that a lot of people in my country have with her much deeper connection. They work with her putting in this a massive amount of time and efforts. They take care of her and appreciate her - for the fruitfullness and for the fact that she just exists. Earth is if not sacred (or is it) than at least definitely very important. We owe her a lot.
That is why it's very hurtful for me to read some of news which regularly appear since the beginning of russian full scale invasion. I wrote down a few:
· russian troops are digging tranches and building fortifications along the perimeter of Zaporizhzhia nuclear power plant.
· occupants blew up the ammunition near the power unit, and that started a fire (this power plant is biggest in Europe, damage of its explosion would be worse than one of Chornobyl disaster).
· russian missile flew dangerously low above South Ukraine nuclear power plant.
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· occupants launched a missile strike on the chemical plant and hit a cistern with nitric acid.
· because of fighting there was an ammonia leak. Cloud is moving above the grounds.
· during bombings russia destroyed the only in Ukraine and one of the biggest in Europe gene bank of plants where more than 160 thousands varieties from the whole world were preserved.
· a cholera outbreak started in occupied Mariupol.
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· occupants shelled a tractor working in the field - driver was seriuosly injured.
· russian troops destroyed by missile strike an elevator which was able to preserve up to 30 thousands tons of grain.
· russia stole more than 400 thousands tons of grain on temporarily occupied territories of Ukraine - this can lead to the famine in some regions and in the number of countries. Now russia's trying to sell the stolen.
This is outrageous disrespect for others' work and for how much to this work the earth had given. This is awful unconcern for environment, nature, soil. This is selfishness which has no boundaries - only to show their illusive power and satisfy the ego - their or their master's - people are ready to cause a destruction scaled like nuclear explosion.
How many more tortures this earth is able to endure?
Thank you so much for the magical concert in Kyiv on November 28 th. It was something shrill, crushing and inexpressibly beautiful. I don’t think this note will touch the spot, but you can mentally feel the waves of my adoration.
I hope with all force of my soul that You’ll Be Back.
Pockets of an archetypical 80s rocker.
Fanfic illustration.
Description of the scene:
Axl and Mick come to life after a salvation from being by a hair's breadth of death in jaws of the wicked supernatural creature.
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