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| Thanksgiving Day, 1995 Omni Hotel, Detroit Michigan "I don't think I can even sit at the same table as you", mutters Twiggy Ramirez, flipping a lime wedge at me. Marilyn Manson's gaunt, cross-dressing bassist is pissed off that I asked for the traditional word of prayer before we cut into the Thanksgiving bird. Okay then, I say, the least we could do is ponder what we have to be thankful for this holiday season. "I'm thankful I have two middle fingers," sneers lead singer Marilyn, showing them both to me. "I only wish I had more". "I refuse to even eat", puts in keyboardist Madonna Wayne Gacy, whose bald head and half-foot devil goatee have him looking like a cross between Vladimir Lenin and Nosferatu. "How could I endorse any holiday that symbolizes co-operation among peoples?" |
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| Over beers and Camels at the hotel bar, Madonna Wayne (a Schopenhauer freak and Ramones fanatic) is markedly less contemplative about the issue. Sporting an exquisitely loud black and red t-shirt (the colors of facism!" he notes gleefully) that reads "I Y Satan", Madonna Wayne cackles, "Why would I want to look like I have some kind of office job, like most of those plaid-shirt college bands, when I'm in one of the only professions there is that allows me to look completely fucking insane?! | ||||||||||||||
| In another room Madonna Wayne corners a fellow partier, animatedly sharing some suicide advice the son of an old war veteran gave him. "If you have a shotgun", he says excitedly. "and you pour a little bit of water down the barrel, and you put a big fuckin' ball deer slug in it, the shell will push the water up the barrel when it fires. The water actually scours the inside of your skull, it's like a high pressure water cleaning, blows everything right out, like a guaranteed, can't lose kill! Also, he said you can just hold a grenade right under your chin and pull the key - boom, ha ha ha! |
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