self-inflicted
slowly ripping all the hair
on my legs out at the root
with the medieval torture-device
know as the epilady
drastically raised my
DIY beauty-treatment
pain threshold.
plucking my eyebrows
or waxing my armpits
can never really phase me again.
in the same way, sitting through
all 116 minutes of the excruciating
chinese avant-garde masterpiece
what time is it over there?
this weekend in new york
forever raised my
experimental film
pain threshold.
when my best friend
sat me down for a bit
of kenneth anger's new dvd,
the nonsensical and sluggish shorts
(rabbit's moon, puce moment &
fireworks) seemed almost quaint,
and barely made me wince.
posted by self_invasion | 11:30 PM
1 Comments:
ow. ow. ow.
How can you do any of these things to yourself?
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