Good Head, Bad Head, No Head

We shit ourselves at death as a final fuck you to the living. I appreciate nature for that final fecal calling card we leave behind (besides all of our material crap & credit card debt). But the living can't help themselves and hold onto their shit. We like our stuff and other peoples stuff and that's capitalism.

However, there are some of us who are overzealous collectors. I do not judge, as one person's fetish is somebody's souvenir spoon. Hollywood also can't help itself when it comes to appropriating. As one of my ex-girlfriends use to say to me, "all your shit talking and shit eating and eating and shitting and eating. You are disgusting!" We were in love. F. W. Murnau made a vampire film. Decades later, he loses his head to his fans. We are the vampires.