Leda and the Swan ( Read more... )

Which is essentially what LJ is all about, isn't it ( Read more... )

Do you know what's fun? Getting high and riding the Cyclone at coney Island. Even when it's too hot and bright and there's all sorts of scary daytime people around.

Do you know what's not fun? Moving big bags and boxes after going to Coney Island and getting high and riding the Cyclone.

But, at least I have beer.

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I am here to abolish the fear of the unknown.

I am here to present death and decay. Blood. Lipstick. Sperm.

I am here to define the darkness. I am here to burn in the light.

I am here to name names.

Too rainy for the beach. Worked on my erotica story on Monday, painted with Miss V on Tuesday, worked and went to Chez Esada last nite. Whoooo a black hole of debauchery is Cabaret Magique, lemme tell you. Not in a bad way, just painfully hung over. And the end of the nite was like something out of The Lost Weekend. But it was good, too, in a ( Read more... )

1.This is not about you. 2.This is not about you. 3.This is not about you. 4.This is not about you. 5.This is not about you. 6.This is not about you. 7.This is not about you. 8.This is not about you. 9.This is not about you. 10.This is not about you. 11.This is not about you. 12.This is not about you. 13.This is not about you. 14.This ( Read more... )

What sucks worst of all about being house-free is that you're always schlepping gear and your stuff gets scattered at several different spots. Also, you tend to get many parking tickets. Or maybe that's just me ( Read more... )

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I have spent the last 7 days less sober than I ever have in my life. Probably. Not that I'm complaining, but damn! Damn, damn ( Read more... )