KW Movie poster collection

On Facebook, Keith Wigdor (of Surrealism Now!, that he runs from NYC) pushed me in the direction of his rare movie poster collection earlier this morning UK time, and WOW it has exactly the sort of posters I love: here are a few starting with my two favourites (i've skipped his vulnerable-naked-and-strangled type ones) but you can see em all here
http://www.surrealismnow.com/keithwigdorcollection.html

slow hand clap

I concede. there can be no other explanation.
i accept the flat grey truth. {would i ever stop wriggling - r you perplexed despite? 'course not', new Psychotic invents Sociopath's reply in semblance of comfy+human}.
TtToday it broke, snapped over me and seeped into every cell's necessity storehouse -making like smack but unable to opiate; pharmaceutical pleasurefree in brittle little amp.s of. light cold goodness-labelled-- slightly green aren't they? - no trace of badgold . not good for you. (oh distasteful is the sight of the tourniquet - it cannot be dispensed with... well, not much longer, she's wavering, going hollow...says the air is slack and smells like nylon. Sounds like Life Gone Stale doesn't it, stale to wasted then in two moves rack and ruined. With a parting clutch of emails for ur health concerns (if this doesn't thrash her the massive OD of VitD will -"see what i did there?".
So. Real realisation today and game over, endgame, checkURmate, game set and match & all those wannabe pushing the enveloper's stuff of dream downtime wording. For shooting fish in a barrel?
Slid as chemical waste over the bright false bright and all the time i - wait fr it- keenly spring cleaned like in training- domestic/tamed, gawd knows what fuzzy warm notion screening in that picture house that was my mind till only a few hours ago.
..... so many layers of email bubblewrap, even 50 a day you coated it, all synthesis of borrowed content from known quantities, people with messy hearts, souls, gut-instinct even, all of that shit.
Those parameters of the control subjects were the boundaries, poor dupes and so funny. Tim Vine, great smokescreen. it was there all the time this slab of the truth and i suspected and could NOT accept it. I can't deny you that nauseating slow handclap. HOW can I? Lab Tech / Lab Rat. It's from my worst fears back-catalogue....
Lab Tech loooooooves the apparatus: Lab Tech gets off on control hurt detail; Lab Tech had (wha''''who tossed in this implausible question?) HAD only impersonal, mild distaste for Lab Rat. And just in case any of that gender mularkey should rise, focus on desexing the grrr! *Rat*- use that scots cartoonkid with hobnailed boots - easier, much easier and there's so much more in reserve. Cruel : )

In. Any. Case. [let's get this over] THAT rat is redundant. Oh doesn't it know?, scrabbling about in its tiny cage there trying to sense if it is to be rewarded or *not* (shoe across eyes, eww). How fkn stupid/hooked/desperate is that brute!?
That 'lovely' personal email was not the start of something wonderful, you sad easy "stupidbitch", that was the kick right in the --yeh-- parting shot.
ChyldeCatcher/Lab Tech exited ur life six months ago.

To Remain Private till Proven. S.M.R.

Today I figured out - or faced the truth - that the person who's caused such terrible hurt in my life is the absolute last last man in the world I (stupidly) thought would harm me.
I am broken into pieces, can't even think straight yet I have real fear that he can do much greater harm than hack/access my drives one after another. I'd been trying to figure what I had done to elicit total rejection/ sudden death of communication this year.

The reason is that this specialist finished the game (with a lovely email designed to do max.harm) and exited my life MONTHS ago.

I must have been so bloody easy in every way; had no notion of internet danger, no security, one password for everything, used my full name, gave out contact info like a sieve..... plus being sad enough to get hooked on someone whom i never saw and who never wrote a personal line (till the very last, designed to hurt most when you finally spot it for a steel trap).
The whole thing is transparent in hindsight.