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If I have to traverse the Cornell fraternity group - chat - to - gang - rape, I’m going to have my say. Also: Wanda Jackson, 7 Year Bitch, Murs, and getting high on beat poetry.

In solidarity with all Jane Does.

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I’m back in the cult section of Video Ezy this week with David Lynch’s version of Re-Animator, Fire Walk With Me . This film, chronicling the last 7 days of Laura Palmer was released to boos and hisses at the 1992 Cannes Film Festival. Derided and misunderstood by Joe Public & critics back in the day, Fire Walk With Me has been resurrected and reassessed as one of the great Lynch cinematic experiences.

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*There are very few spoilers in this episode, other than the identity of the killer.

This week: Why I don’t negotiate with the Grim Reaper. Real Yoga, Buddhist death rituals, clinging, surrender, why Lululemon belongs in your Roth IRA, and the evolution of This Body into Body Language. Also: Rick Rubin wants you to bet on Polymarket, Trader Joes bags are the poor man’s Birkin, and saying goodbye to two beloved pets in one week. i said, Goddamn!

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A necromance for the ages.

Continuing my journey through the cult section of the 1990s video store, this week I’m diving into Gift — the bizarre, hypnotic 1993 film vehicle from Jane’s Addiction.

A Santería wedding. Sex with a corpse. Drinking blood. Shooting drugs. Buckle up, because This Rock ’n’ Roll Will Kill You.

Gift captures Jane’s Addiction right b…

It's time to take a sentimental journey to the video store. Our first pic from the cult section is Gus Van Sant's game changing second film, Drugstore Cowboy (1989). Join me as I re-watch with the eyes of a world weary adult, vs the teenaged gaze I first cast on this black comedy about a gang of junkies who rob drug stores, because that's where the drugs are. What did kids internalize about heroin and glamor from stylish films such as this, and does this film pass the Truth & Beauty test? Will drugs kill you? Let's find out!

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The Epstein War, El Mencho’s Blue Balls, and America’s Next Top Model

I recorded this from my studio apartment in Los Feliz, in the lobotomizing sunshine of psychedelic Southern California, and despite my suntanned brain tissue. I have thoughts.

Thoughts on the BAFTAs disaster during Black History Month. Thoughts on the BBC censoring “Free Palestine” while airing something they absolutely should not have aired. Thoughts on Larry Ellison buying a Hawaiian island, abandoning it, and moving 20 minutes from Mar-a-Lago like the demon he is. Thoughts on the Ellison-Paramount-Warner Brothers megadeal that will make sure every story you consume is owned by like, three guys.

El Mencho is dead. The Jalisco Cartel boss, one of the most wanted men on earth, tracked down through a girlfriend. Very Adriana La Cerva coded. Mexico is burning and none of it touches the Epstein files, which is, I suspect, the whole point.

America and Israel bombed Iran at 4am whilst we all slept. We woke to the killing of little girls. The Epstein War. Look over there guys! Don’t look at what’s happening here.

Oh, and America’s Next Top Model? We always knew it was fucked. Some of us said so at the time. “It was a different era” is not the excuse people think it is.

This one’s behind the paywall, over on Patreon (patreon.com/thisbodypodcast) because frankly it has to be. It’s got Dead Kennedys, it’s got cartel kingpin romance, it’s got me ranting about the Kennedy family’s collective karma while bleeding for the second time in three weeks.

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