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'Wuthering Heights' and 'Finnegans Wake' get right the fuck in there. And, maybe, the collected Anne Sexton, which some may pretend I'm just throwing in for ballast.
The cheapest free-trade coffee money can buy. One can.
Copies of 'Adolescence Apocalypse', 'Sabrina' (the original, Wilder one), and 'Split Second' with Rutger Hauer and Kim Catrall.
One can, Mountain Dew.
We'll steal the silver-plated .45s off of Tarantino and put those in. Futurefolk and weirdies won't know what to make of them, but when I return from the grave I want to be able to play zombieShadow as easily as possible.
Massive archives of recordings of Jimi Hendrix, Yoko Ono, and Frank Zappa.
One little ceramic baby-on-ice Ann Geddes thing. As a warning to the future.
And the blouse from 'Scorpion's Revenge' (aka 'Satori in USA) from right before her BF is blown up. Because that's the finest cut of cloth ever. And should be preserved as such.
Orson Welles' adaptation of 'The Trial' with Tony Perkins can go in, if there's room for it and all of us. Because I'm coming to your homes and hitting all of you with my suspendo-ray before stocking the archive-ark with you. Like cordwood into the future. |
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