Thursday, June 24, 2010

Elevator Girls in Bondage


This remains my favorite movie of all time.



The sheer absurdity of it is mind blowing, not to mention the sheer filth and the transcendent over dubbing. The first time I saw it I was dressed as a flower, obviously, with fake blood coming out of my mouth, at a screening in the infamous Berkeley anarcho-hangout. It was the first time I met Rumi, the first time I experienced Karl with Records, and the first time I was psychedelicized. I saw a shirtless, bare foot very tall man, the first thing he said to me was; "My name's Flower. Would you like some acid?"



FAR OUT.

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