A Note On My Tastes

besides being "similar to chicken", my tastes range from the erudite to the classically juvenile. Par Exampley, i just finished reading a novel, i guess, called "Necklace of Kisses". I had to go to the Young Adults section of barnes n borders to get it. there as, with wide eyes, i flipped through the pages, two pre-teenage girls giggled and pushed each other behind me and i am pretty sure i heard the word "blow job" a couple times and then the inevitable giggles.
i was there, i belonged with them, but i wasn't laughing. blow jobs are very serious to me at this point in my life.
and the worst part is, i feel no sense of shame about owning this book, in fact, i'm blogging publicly about it right now. Francesca Lia Block may not deserve to be compared to Gabriel Garcia Marquez, as she was on the cover review done by the suspiciously titled "Time Out", but she did teach me the word jacaranda, as in the pretty purple trees i've only seen growing in los angeles, and that's more than i can say for authors who didn't write The Weetzie Bat Series with a character called Secret Agent Lover Man.
But i WAS disappointed that this 'novel' didn't hold the classic author's picture where she's totally airbrushed in a gossamer gown with a wind machine pumpin' magic at the lens. but you can't have everything i suppose.

--dr. honey homunculus and her orchestra, m.d.

This isn't marie, this is Zyglarb

This may take the cake for the most ridiculous marie picture ever. Should you defy me send photos to: my email whatever that new one is. Monday was pretty great, not as epic as cream's flaming bike tires but fuck her. i would.

Girl at party: Like im tryin to get acid like right now
me: woah

houjin goku

written on some flyer: nishiogi-kita suginami.

i don't know what it means, but whatever it is i'm dying to dip it in wasabi and soy sauce and eat the shit out of it. yes, the entire japanese language is a sushi menu to me. is that bad?

i'm not a 'bike person' by any means

but check out this ridiculous waste of money that's parked outside my window. the picture isn't really doing it justice, but it's hyper new and shiny and totally tripped out maaaan. are those rainbow flames painted on the seat? why yes they are. is that flame tread on those epic tires? i do believe it is. of course there's a little added flame air brushed on the front fender, because this bike is so flaming. i think i'm going to go steal the skull air valve caps and wear them on a necklace, you know like kids used to do with Benze hood ornaments back in the day. fuck, i'm crabby today. it serves me right for staying up will 4am getting fashion models to blow coke up my asshole because i think i'm stevie nicks, no, i fucking AM stevie nicks... except without a band, or a pretty voice, or money, or fans. i'm just a girl who's got a friend with a straw and a 'fuck all' attitude. seriously though, that bike has got to cost like 6 times what mine does. this person needs to be sterilized.

DMX video of the week

Identify Beauty For Stunning Prize!!!!!

why are these advertisers addressing spanish speakers as if they were retarded, in their own language? perhaps it is for the anglophones (<----pun!!!!!!!!), like okay you probably want to call mexico, you jerks, so here's a big fat (quite realistic) picture of a quarter, so you aren't all like "how many pesos will i need to use on this american payphone i haven't bothered with since cell phones went celeb but which probably won't be able to call mexico cuz i'm stupid", and we'll use the number 1, we won't write that shit out for you, uno is just a game to ya'll, and i guess you can handle the word minuto, but just in case we'll make the whole thing incredibly bright, let's say flourescent yellow, we'll put it directly on the fucking receiver in case you have any more doubts in your mind about what we're talking about here, and we won't confuse you with the million exclamation points we originally drafted (whose moxie we were quite proud of let me tell you), because we think uno is enough. enough to attract you to the thrills of spending your hard earned american jerk quarter, quietly depreciating in value as we speak, on a one minute phone call to mexico while it's still such a bargain because it's the little things, d and cream and all involved, it's the little things in life that truly count.
sincerely,
join our side, it's really loud, mexico.
this photo is of the best date ever. prank phone calls and house of pies.
"The Little Things and the Longest Sentences"
by dr. honey homunculus and her orchestra

Old Shit

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Was the mystery of "cock or swoosh of the pants??!?!?!" in this picture ever solved? Look closely. Seriously wtf?! Basketball is so hot.

Catching up with CREAM

What makes Cream happy:










Eating with my hands, flying fish, seabirds, carnivorous plants, picture books, posture, heights, philo t. farnsworth, beat up shoes, broken-in jeans, the fleeting, the far-gone, the inconceivably vast, anything i know nothing about, popeye's chicken, dogs, trees, free shit, ugly things, shameless geeks, inside jokes, cheap clothes, expensive products, junk drawers, tequila and soda, crackpots, wallpaper, skinned
knees, open windows, biofeedback, making lists, making mockeries and stating the obvious