When the time bell blows my heart and I have scored a better day well nobody made this war of mine

Seeing this women reminds me that human beings are a kind of eternal experiment that can differ in its outcome. Genesis P-Orridge used to be a man who dreamed of an art project which included his big love, Lady Jaye. They wanted to turn more and more into the same person. So Genesis began having a dozen of surgeries where he became gradually the women he loved the most. At the same time, Lady Jaye began turning into the stilistic puppet which used to be her husband. The project was almost perfect, waking up from surgery hand in hand, dressing like twins, fulfilling the dream of symbolizing of having found the soulmate you always searched for, until the day Lady Jaye died of a heart attack. 

What used to be a woman of art and love, now turned into something I utterly feel sorry for. Experiments sometimes tend to fail, revealing things that can disturb you, but also fascinate you in a way that it hurts.
(picture taken from yesterday's very last Psychic TV concert in Halle, not far from my home)