In Kansas identical twin boys were once forced to fight to the death barehanded. The winner would eat the loser’s brain, be granted two wives, and appointed sheriff of whatever county he chose while his mother sang the old Mayflower hymn "Life is the Seed of Death and we Come to Sow anon anon." The practice was banned in 1983. No Kansas Democrat has been elected to statewide office since. "Old Twin Killer Two Wives" remains common slang for "sheriff" throughout the Great Plains.
No culture is innocent of the Martyr's fallacy. That old movie "Quills"
for example has it all wrong. The Marquis de Sade actually lived as long and
comfortably as most Marquises and died in his sleep not quite a day after
having buttsex with his teenage girlfriend. So I've read anyhow. I
haven't really looked into the sources for this and can only guess that one
who'd have Sade for a boyfriend would be the sort to write a thousand pages on
"The Last Buttsex of Sade". "The 120 Days of Sodom" is
ridiculous by the way and I don't mean in the sense of a good basketball player.
It may feel heroic to presume that anything conventionally shocking must be
liberating by definition but the actual work of Burroughs lower end Von Trier
or Pink Flamingoes etc., is just a deadening stream of shit piled on top of
shit literally or otherwise. That one movie from Europe I saw for example;
either Spain or France I'm pretty sure. A teenage boy comes across his newly
dead father's porn stash and responds to this discovery by throwing the mags
into a trashcan, pissing on them, masturbating on them, (not to them by any
means just on them) and then dousing it all in butane and setting it alight.
The kids mother flirts with him repeatedly while referring to herself as
"a bitch and a slut." Later a group of men at a touristy restaurant
have a spontaneous jerkoff contest. No one asks them to so much as keep
the noise down. At last the kids mom french-kisses him while fondling his
junk and then immediately slits her own throat. Roll credits. One may compare
all this shit to Herzog, for example, who while intentionally shocking himself
also has something to say about authority, masculinity, the illusion of
triumphing over nature vs. the just as illusory romantization of it and how all
of this blends together to make people stupid.
The Chili Peppers' "One Hot Minute" isn't as bad as people
say. "Aeroplane" is one of their best songs straight up and
overall I'd say this desk is the best of their Currently on Drugs Right Now
work. Most people haven't heard a bit of their leering, dope sweat bro
music from before Mother's Milk and this is for the best.
I would trace my immunity to bad trips to a point at age twenty
or so when I watched Apocalypse now alone on mushrooms. It was orgasm-level stimulation
as you may well assume and unqualifiedly positive. After the movie I went
outside just to be outside. Across a church yard from my apartment there was a pink
house with purple window frames where a woman in this I swear to God Ms.
Gingerbread style getup was watering her plants. I stared at her and her house
for a time, maybe an hour. Then I went home and watched Apocalypse Now alone on