Foetus, by Calvin Klein
Published by punkass marc July 6th, 2006 in Fetii, HUH!?, Humor, PoetryIt haunted me
Then was gone.
Did I imagine it?
The creepiness of her clap snap walk
The flowers up the nose
His bangs
Those stairs…
“Save me.”
“But it’s a cash cow.”
Her kleptomania, just for the hell of it
It’s burned in my retinas
The only ad I’ll
ever fear.
Selling perfume is child’s play
once you’ve endorsed pedophilia.
Calvin Klein’s commercial
Ah, YouTube has it.
I thought his was the weirdest perfume moment I would ever know in my life. I was wrong.
Okay, so this may not actually be perfume, but what is it? Is it just another holy water container? Or does it contain actual uterine juices? Why did they have to put the nipples on there?
Is the whole thing full or just the belly? Do you drink from it? If you do, are you supposed to feel refreshed or grossed out?
Where is the bottle’s opening? Do you anatomically correctly “break” water out the, um, front? Or maybe the exit is through the rear, or the decapitation wound? Perhaps you suck it out of the nipples.
If it were a perfume, what would it smell like? Wet flesh?
And what would you call it? Wombwater? Prison Juice? 2001: The Perfume?
I always wondered where those little babies in king cake go when they die. Maybe they’re reborn as bottle ornaments. Leave no plastic fetus behind!
It’s probably full of holy water and you douche with it daily to protect your precious fetus from getting your slut taint all over it, due to the fucking and all.
How about “Fetal Obsession”? Or just “Crazy People”? Then we can say “Man, who smells like “Crazy People”?”
Oh! That was featured on feministing a while ago.
http://feministing.com/archives/003824.html
It’s a KEYCHAIN? Good god, that answer was not on my radar. Thanks, Dykonoclast.
Never saw that keychain, Marc? Hell, I found one on the street in San Francisco, of all places.
Nope. And clearly, this person snapped off the keychain part and kept the dismembered fetus-husk. Next to the holy water.
Creepy.