there’s really no need to rush into this blog
so the artist iris schieferstein is apparently trying to express that taxidermy, and the violence that goes with it, is ironic because the animal lives on forever through its death/shortened life??? whatever it is, you’ve really got to check this out. the bitch is obviously crazy. i am imagining she gets super fucked up on drugs every night and when she eventually comes to in her studio every morning, is pleased to find dead goats and pigs everywhere, though she’s no idea where they’ve come from. back to the chopping block she goes, making little frankensteins. except hers don’t come to life. this blog wasn’t very funny.
(shoe submission by kyrsten crowe)
The Set-up
After a frustrating number of dead-end relationships filled with disappointment, incarceration and not enough lotion, Wild Bill (of Silence of the Lambs (in)fame) and Iris Schieferstein meet in the wtf4wtf section of craigslist personals. They decide to meet up for a first date. Wild Bill picks the place, and after a mis-guided and all-too-hasty Google search, decides on Skin Cabaret.
Open Scene:
WB: Hi
IS: Hi
Awkward first time hug, Bill’s hand lingers a little too long on Iris’s exposed back. She secretly likes it, he secretly thinks she uses just the right amount of lotion.
WB: Wow, sorry about this place, it’s not what I was expecting. I was hoping for a little more skin and a little less naked woman.
IS: Its ok, I brought my own.
(Iris exposes her feet, showing off her new goat foot boots, which she woke up wearing that morning following a Ketamine binge in the local petting zoo. )
WB: Wow! Are you a designer? I consider myself a little bit of a DIY designer myself. I take most of my inspiration from a combination of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” and Mel Gibson’s “Passion of the Christ,” plus I like to throw in a little “Cannibal! the Musical”
Both parties lock eyes and immediately blush, turning away a second later.
IS: Pointing to the slightly feminine but still totally-awesome coat draped across the back of the Bill’s chair.
IS: Did you make that? It’s amazing! I could never come up with something that great, no matter how many bowls of embalming fluid soaked peyote I smoked.
WB: Yeah, this is my best work. It took me a long time, I look at it and see all the people that helped me make it. All of those people are literally woven into this coat! They were so important, yet none of them are here to see it. *Heavy Sigh
IS: Wow. Do you wanna get out of here? I have these piece I just finished I would like to show you. It’s a half pig, half dog with wings sown on.
WB: I love dogs! Yeah let’s get out of here, this place is dead, but not in the way I like.
IS: Hehe! Totally.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End
The Set-up
After a frustrating number of dead-end relationships filled with disappointment, incarceration and not enough lotion, Buffalo Bill (of Silence of the Lambs (in)fame) and Iris Schieferstein meet in the wtf4wtf section of craigslist personals. They decide to meet up for a first date. Buffalo Bill picks the place, and after a mis-guided and all-too-hasty Google search, decides on Skin Cabaret.
Open Scene:
WB: Hi
IS: Hi
Awkward first time hug, Bill’s hand lingers a little too long on Iris’s exposed back. She secretly likes it, he secretly thinks she uses just the right amount of lotion.
WB: Wow, sorry about this place, it’s not what I was expecting. I was hoping for a little more skin and a little less naked woman.
IS: Its ok, I brought my own.
(Iris exposes her feet, showing off her new goat foot boots, which she woke up wearing that morning after a Ketamine binge in the local petting zoo. )
WB: Wow! Are you a designer? I consider myself a little bit of a DIY designer myself. I take most of my inspiration from a combination of “The Rocky Horror Picture Show” and Mel Gibson’s “Passion of the Christ,” plus I like to throw in a little “Cannibal! the Musical”
Both parties lock eyes and immediately blush, turning away a second later.
IS: Pointing to the slightly feminine but still totally-awesome coat draped across the back of the Bill’s chair.
IS: Did you make that? It’s amazing! I could never come up with something that great, no matter how many bowls of embalming fluid soaked peyote I smoked.
WB: Yeah, this is my best work. It took me a long time, I look at it and see all the people that helped me make it. All of those people are literally woven into this coat! They were so important, yet none of them are here to see it. *Heavy Sigh
IS: Wow. Do you wanna get out of here? I have these piece I just finished I would like to show you. It’s a half pig, half dog with wings sown on.
WB: I love dogs! Yeah let’s get out of here, this place is dead, but not in the way I like.
IS: Hehe! Totally.
And they lived happily ever after.
The End
Lends a whole new twist to “check out these guns.”
The woman who wears these will only get what is coming to her. A troll under a bridge.
holy nuts! did not see her melange of nightmare fodder. sheeesh. (kinda like it)
i kinda do too. ssshhhhhhh….
в конце концов: превосходно! а82ч