Damn, don't you wish you and your fucked-up friends weren't ruined by self-importance bred from the internet lifestyle, and you could all chill your asses out about being so "busy" with your own "projects" so you could all make a proper film goddammit? Watching stuff like Whatever Happened to Susan Jane, in which a housewife gets fed up with her aprons and casseroles and heads for the chicks-with-dicks freaky glitter scene in San Francisco where everyone says ridiculous overdramatic shit and gets away with it makes us yearn with a hunger deeper than the pit of an exiled hyena's stomach on its deathbed to be saved from the shackles of schedules and hi-res screens. It was shot in the early-1980s, that time period when everyone looked amazing and caught STDs from garbage cans and never know or cared, they just died. Click below for some snips.
thanks for supplying the soundtrack of my next bad trip.
Posted by: | 14/02/2009 at 00:07
Nice....just what I needed for a fucked up weekend and scummy cunt.
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Posted by: Gutter Dog | 14/02/2009 at 00:46