Psychoidiots

This post is dedicated to those nutcases (who unfortunately do exist in most of our worlds, not just in movies) under the guise of ordinary human beings, so well-camouflaged that you don’t discover that they’re nutcases until too late, you’re kinda friends.

a) either you think I’m jacked in the brains b) I’m filthy rich, take whatever of mine that you want, I’ll even buy a friendship with you c) I’m the most gullible, retarded dumbfuck ever… Or you are wack.

What the fuck is wrong with you, what the fuck is wrong with you, what the fuck, seriously, is wrong with you??????? 

Once you realize how absolutely bat-shit crazy deranged fucked up and nuts this person in your world is, back out, slowly so they don’t bite, stay the hell away, and write them up on the looney-blacklist for the rest of your life. A commonality shared by nutjobs is that they have little to lose (the wildness in those eyes, or the emptiness) and are severely in denial (blind to all contradicting evidence) when they unleash their crazy.

From the top: “Salome” by Lucas Cranach in 1530; “Shirley Temple, the youngest, most sacred monster in the cinema of her time”  by Salvador Dali in 1939; “Geopoliticus Child Watching the Birth of the New Man” by Salvador Dali in 1943; “In Voluptas Mors” by Phillippe Halsmann in collaboration with Salvador Dali in 1951.