Archive for August, 2009
Join me in lovedeath over these custom Manson axes, crafted from raw sex, beer-and-sweat-soaked white Ts, and teenage screams for the Brit-rock band Muse:
“Bomber” — drop your luv on me!!!
“Chrome Bomber” — can you see my mouth gaping wide open in its reflection?!
“Lazer” — FRIGGIN. LASER. BEAMS.
“Red Glitter” — I literally want to lick this [...]
This mix is meant for make-up/Spanx/weave application, hairbrush-mic divashows, girlytime, girlytime with boys, dudelytime with girls, the pre-preparty-party….
…WARNING: this is a strictly no-lovemakin-allowed mix. Tryin to make babies to this might result in someone getting injured by a runaway false eyelash or nail gem. It’s for dancin with ya’self, vogueing, and beautification!!! [...]
word on the street is that “august is the new september”…so i’m asking myself some back-2-skool (as in skool of hard knoxx) pop quiz questions.
i.
isn’t it funny
this month i wrote scads of songs
but never posted?
ii.
my mojo came back
after going off the pill
hmm…paradox much?
iii.
what do you prefer
drunken karaoke douche
or dude nailin it?
iv.
had a dream last [...]
