art, beer, nudity, and rock, ...fisting, fasting, and puking,.... quoting musical lyrics like they were written about me... navigating a thin white line between almost and not quite.
when i went into the house of pleasure. i didnt stay at the room where they celebrate acceptable modes of loving in the bourgeois style. i went into the room that are kept secret. and i leaned and layed on their beds. i went into the rooms which are kept secret. which they consider it shamefully even to name. but there is no such shame for me because then what sort of poet and what sort of artist would i be. francis bacon
i am now on the bandwagon and can sing along to every postal service song, the lilys, alex ubago (for the little girl inside me) mr. t experience, ARE Weapons, jawbreaker, redd kross, silly spanish pop music, joan jett, sahara hotnights, spalding rockwell, G and R, IMPERIAL TEEN, and pretty much anything that makes me piss my pants....oh and air supply when i am in that "makin' babies" kind a mood.
home movies of people i dont know and hard core porn with "straight boys"
i am on it, i dont watch it.
nine stories, geek love, alchemist, cock and bull, sarah/heart is deceitful..., veronika decides to die, random things above your head, and the book i am going to write on my gay years in grunge era seattle (aka fucking the dirty rockstar)
FUTBOL CLUB BARCELONA robert the doll. and nicole bravo for her amazing color outside the lines attitude to 3rd grade calender art.