so i'm at the grocery store, standing in the check -out aisle. like the good lemming. the magazine racks....such bad consciousness there. celebrity horseshit. who cares? transparent window into the cultural psychosis. how many times can Cosmo print a list of "10 Sex Tricks" that will make you a tiger in the bedroom (without being slutty)....or something. i hope someone is cataloging all these tricks...some intrepid archivist....over the years....we are talking thousands of sex maneuvers that straddle the line between keeping your man and not "being slutty". wuh.
anyway, i was thinking how easy and natural it would be to take one of the Bic lighters out of the package (also neatly availed to you at the check-out with choco-bot power hour stuff, tic tacs, AAA batteries) and set the whole thing on fire. ready and flammable. nothing burns better than color mag print.
sort of a Frank's Wild Years thing. "and watch it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red....".
never could stand that dog.
anyway, i was thinking how easy and natural it would be to take one of the Bic lighters out of the package (also neatly availed to you at the check-out with choco-bot power hour stuff, tic tacs, AAA batteries) and set the whole thing on fire. ready and flammable. nothing burns better than color mag print.
sort of a Frank's Wild Years thing. "and watch it burn, all Halloween orange and chimney red....".
never could stand that dog.
A compilation of those stupid lists would be classic!!