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The Cutting Edge
Clothes
Her weight on one stiletto heel, the CEO clicks a PowerPoint slide:
Our job is to put endless spin on the vanishing weekend. To innovate. Keep out in front or you’re dead meat. I check the latest wedding dress is on the website.
Paper lets you make the statement best. You consume the garment whole in just one wear: the ultimate performance gear made to go up in smoke at the reception.
And to replay those priceless memories— the bundled wedding highlights video.
Flesh
Back from my workout at the gym, I settle down, to search the blogs for new ideas. In this job you can’t afford much sleep. I keep awake with whatever it takes.
Making a left-field trip through true crime sites, I find Sagawa-san, the Sorbonne cannibal.
Cool concept but I can’t help feeling sick reading the detailed memoir of his meal. Like I’m in a nightmare where I can’t spit out somebody else’s warm, well-slobbered gum.
Her rubbery and disappointing breast.
Paintings of buttocks signed with knife and fork—are up there too, for sale by credit card. I get it, then. He’s like us after all. It’s only marketing. People will buy whatever’s packaged right. One guy’s yuck factor’s another guy’s, well... meat☺
Bones
Wait, here’s a site that’s really gross! Great towers of human bones, inside a glass pagoda on display
Put there by Buddhist monks, (aren’t they vegan?) these are the victims of the Killing Fields.
What is the angle here? It can’t be tourism. Who’d go? There is no business plan that I can see that could excuse a map of Kampuchea, made out of skulls attached to a wall board in a museum originally a school and then a torture chamber.
I’m out of here. Time I got back to threads.
Well? Everybody’s got to live.
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