Charlie Panty
Suffering from alopecia, incontinence, and poor digestion, our new Charlie Panty does not reassure or inspire confidence, at all. It is hungry, but it cannot eat. Tag ends hang off its shrimp ass. Its eyes, badgerlike, measure only its own uncertainty regarding the world and its place in it. Yet its neediness will come to seem endearing, especially when you are sitting at dinner and its head suddenly appears in your crotch and with its little claws it tries to pull itself onto your lap — claws like a zombie’s thoughts. You do not need Charlie Panty, but Charlie Panty desperately needs you. Fitted with codependence, Charlie Panty will convince you to go on even when you know — it smells so bad — that it would be better not to. Its appearance is a reminder that everything is made of dust, which is filthy and dead.













