The Manifesto's
The other night i was re-reading through some of the old Matt Good manifestos. I forgot just how good they were. Sure they're entirely random meaningless bullshit for the most part, but they really are excellent.
The entire collection can be found here
If you have some time/are bored i highly reccommend wading through them. They're entertaining and often thought provoking. Heres an excerpt from one of my favs:
December 1998
The Future Is XXX.
Todd & Matt Go To Las Vegas(with a porn star that will remain nameless for reasons of liable) (The Director's Cut)
So there we were. Above Las Vegas. Sitting around a room that, in any other city, would be grounds for admittance into a mental institution. And the kicker was that sometime before 3am a blond porn star was going to come walking through that door (possibly with friends) and slap me around like the bad little boy that I am. Or at least I hoped that was what would happen. To be quite honest with you I had no idea. I was stuck in a painting about some guy peeping on some girls that's being watched by this figure in the sky that's supposed to be god but looks a lot like Colonel Sanders. I was perfectly wretched and deviant but completely at peace with it. Maybe that's the secret of Las Vegas. Maybe that's why we came.
So 4am rolls around and she finally unlocks the door. I'm sitting on the sofa in one of those robes that expensive hotels have in the bathrooms (over my clothes, mind you), and Todd is out on the balcony yelling quotes provided by the Gideons at the little fat people down on the street. She looks tired, but tries to act like she's good for another couple of hours. She undresses right in front of us and goes into the bathroom to get the other robe. Things are beginning to get weird. For the first time I begin to realize that my counterpart may be somewhat of a nuisance in this particular situation. I sat there on the sofa, my eyes following her across the room while my brain began to sort out the details of burying Todd's corpse somewhere in the desert. The demon of lust has complete control over my body, turning me into a fiend of the highest caliber. She sits on the bed and begins to roll around and stretch like a cat sleepily tossing in front of a warm fire. By this time I've decided to bludgeon Todd using one of the heavier looking lamps and take the damsel for myself. It's times like these that require tact and unassuming movements. For all I knew Todd could have been planning to bludgeon me to death with the vodka bottle. Luckily, no violent action would be required. For right at that moment there was a knock at the door. Enter Debbie, Launa, and the infamous Mr. Tickles.
