Friday, December 6, 2013

Mad Heiress. Insanity in the Age of Entitlement.



Mad Heiress. Insanity + Entitlement = Magic.

Mad Heiress. We awoke one morning to find that we had become unreliable narrators of our own lives.

Mad Heiress. Pistol cocked hip. Dance stance at rendezvous points.

Mad Heiress. Manifesto from an iPhone.   

Mad Heiress. Haven't you heard? The war is over. The corporations won, and they forgive us. Amnesty.

Mad Heiress. Like inviting Bunuel to dinner.

Mad Heiress. Riots before tea, never after.

Mad Heiress. "Just a swimmer, growing dimmer, in the glimmer of a summer. Waving gladly, swimming madly, never ever going under."

Mad Heiress. The weight of history never felt so good.

Mad Heiress. Babies eating children.

Mad Heiress. Forgive us, we now know what we do.

Mad Heiress. Re-purposing your trousseau, for violence.

Mad Heiress. Conflict is the new mascara.

Mad Heiress. Everything wrong, everything right. (Like two flamingos in a fruit fight.)

Mad Heiress. The system gives us so much to work with.

Mad Heiress. Take it where you sit, word bastard.

Mad Heiress. Keep the engine running and an eye on the Grok Box.

Mad Heiress. A patent for every bangle, an eyebrow for every angle.

Mad Heiress. Enjoy a spending spree in the shopping mall of cruelty.

Mad Heiress. Squirky is as squirky does.

Mad Heiress. Shitting where we eat since 2017.

Mad Heiress. Sniper in the bell tower.

Mad Heriess. A poem for summer. A bag of sand for winter.

Mad Heiress. Starfuckers in repose.

Mad Heiress. CEOs are doing for themselves.

Mad Heiress. The never. Is forever.

Mad Heiress. Lullabies for the fin de siecle.

Mad Heiress. To become erotic is to disappear.

 

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