Count Cupcake - Brainless Tales

Count Cupcake - Brainless Tales

"Dear Georgiana,

Nobody has suffered more from low spirits than I haveso I feel for you. Here are my prescriptions.

1st. Live as well as you dare.

2nd. Go into the shower-bath with a small quantity of water at a temperature low enough to give you a slight sensation of cold, 75 or 80 degrees.

3rd. Amusing books.

4th. Short views of human life—not further than dinner or tea.

5th. Be as busy as you can.

6th. See as much as you can of those friends who respect and like you.

7th. And of those acquaintances who amuse you.

8th. Make no secret of low spirits to your friends, but talk of them freely—they are always worse for dignified concealment.

9th. Attend to the effects tea and coffee produce upon you.

10th. Compare your lot with that of other people.

11th. Don’t expect too much from human life—a sorry business at the best.

12th. Avoid poetry, dramatic representations (except comedy), music, serious novels, melancholy, sentimental people, and everything likely to excite feeling or emotion, not ending in active benevolence.

13th. Do good, and endeavour to please everybody of every degree.

14th Be as much as you can in the open air without fatigue.

15th. Make the room where you commonly sit gay and pleasant.

16th. Struggle by little and little against idleness.

17th. Don’t be too severe upon yourself, or underrate yourself, but do yourself justice.

18th. Keep good blazing fires.

19th. Be firm and constant in the exercise of rational religion.

20th. Believe me, dear Lady Georgiana."

John Wayne Gacy Jr.

Su padre era un borracho y su madre lloraba en la cama doblando las camisetas de John Wayne, cuando el columpio le golpeó en la cabeza. Los vecinos le adoraban por su humor y su conversación. Mirad bajo su casa, encontrad las pocas cosas vivas, pudriéndose rápidamente, en su sueño. Oh, los muertos. Veintisiete personas, quizá más. Eran chicos, con sus coches, sus trabajos de verano, Oh, Dios… ¿Eres uno de ellos? Se disfrazaba de payaso para ellos, con su cara pintada de blanco y rojo, y comportándose impecablemente. En una oscura habitación, sobre la cama, los besaba a todos. Mató a diez mil personas como en un juego de manos, corriendo muy lejos, corriendo muy rápido hacia la muerte. Se quitó la ropa para ellos, puso una mordaza en sus labios, manos quietas, besos quietos en la boca. Y comportándome impecablemente, realmente yo soy como él. Mira bajo las tablas de la casa en busca de los secretos que mantengo escondidos.

Sufjan Stevens. John Wayne Gacy Jr.