edsel

i cut my brother gramsci because i am ruthless...

on labor day weekend 1963 a bunch of rich kids, crazy with firewater and r n b, utterly trashed a house in southampton out on the island.

ocean park. i think that's the name of the house. you could look it up..

if we re-enacted that wilding with suicide girls and boys as part of the movie 'thorstein veblen's "the theory of the leisure class" - a vampire flick', we could not do so 'realistically' because those children weren't all drawn on and full of holes.

fuck realism..

here is a story for nixon::

once upon a time there was a suicide child all marked up and looking like they were getting it regular and having fun but really it wasn't so.

really there was no sex and no fun and everything was awful and it was sad motherfucking waste....

i live off trash, i am made of trash, i am one with the trash. nevertheless i get tired of seeing things wasted.