Yeah, I can totally relate to this... I wore a blister bandage on my back for a full year.
(You had a blister on your back?)
No, don't be silly. I used a blister bandage because I had read that this particular type of blister bandage was the best at absorbing evil spirits from the human body.
And since I own a human body, I thought they would be perfect.
I stopped wearing blister bandages on my back about a month ago, and, I have to say, I feel pretty good. I'm definitely less agitated.
(You had a blister on your back?)
No, don't be silly. I used a blister bandage because I had read that this particular type of blister bandage was the best at absorbing evil spirits from the human body.
And since I own a human body, I thought they would be perfect.
I stopped wearing blister bandages on my back about a month ago, and, I have to say, I feel pretty good. I'm definitely less agitated.
Anyway, Traumata features a young woman, who probably isn't Ukrianian... Chuvash, perhaps? ...played by Sarah Lynn... standing naked covered in bruises and bandages for two minutes.
It's like a Richard Kern movie, but without Lydia Lunch's meaty thighs to distract you.
It's like a Richard Kern movie, but without Lydia Lunch's meaty thighs to distract you.
Just repetitive punk music (Custom Car Commandos... Kenneth Anger reference) and a pair of sullen eyes staring back at you.
Injury chic.
Wound porno.
Do you or a recently deceased loved one have a tourniquet fetish and a short attention span? Then do I have the movie for you...
(What movie would that be?)
Um, the one I'm currently writing about, dumbass.
Injury chic.
Wound porno.
Do you or a recently deceased loved one have a tourniquet fetish and a short attention span? Then do I have the movie for you...
(What movie would that be?)
Um, the one I'm currently writing about, dumbass.
