Tuesday, August 25, 2009
The Tylenolbag
Add up the cultural signifiers in this swirling cocktail blend of garish monstrosity and you’ll get a headache from the cognitive strain.
Thus, my advice is do not try to narrativize the backstory of this porcine poo and porcelain plastic princess.
Do not attempt to explain the Hardy images, Hammer-time hat, and rouge-stains.
Instead take two cyanide laced Tylenol caplets. And, if you make it, call me in the morning.
