my tag function hasn't been working so: Sister Codie Ravioli
Tuesday, October 27, 2009
Monday, October 26, 2009
I HAD A DREAM...
...that Billy Beyond just had this special treatment where they put you out with an iv drip and you sleep for a week. He said the sleeping for a week makes you younger looking and you live longer, plus they have a whole spa set up that takes of you the whole time so you wake up flawless. I was scaerd and said I was afraid I would never wake up, but then found myself rolling over and gently smiling as a nurse in a pink monogrammed uniform got it ready. Then I woke up without enough sleep and a month away from my birthday.
Sunday, October 25, 2009
SELF PORTRAIT OF ME X2 BEFORE TATTOOS
Weird to see, right? Everyone thinks it's an oral sex shot, but the ME on the left is anatomically headless. I did a lot of these double and triple self portraits with my Speedotron light pack over 10 years ago. This is the only one that is available for viewing.
MOVIE / LIGHTER
We tried to watch a rainy night movie. over 3 1/2 hours with all the pauses. Madness.
There was an electronics confiscation at one point because everyone was asking for rewinds because they were online. The cameras were put on the top of the pile, but people snuck electronics back. Well, I did. I had a date blinking, everyone else was a couple so they could back it up.
Then it happened. During a 'break' I dropped my friends lighter and it ricocheted down into this disgusting uncleaned Chinatown pit in the building nobody goes into. I had two other lighters to offer her (one with a laser installed) but she had to have her orange lighter because nobody has or steals an orange lighter she said because they're ugly (?!). So I lower into the filth, as usual.
WHO IS THIS?
Does anybody know who this is? Sort of expensive obscure wacky accessories and umbrella, upper east side scarf raggedly tied, new pumas. Editor?
Saturday, October 24, 2009
PBR 40'S ON THE STREET ON WET NIGHT OF POLICE RAIDED LOFTS AND EMPTY SMELLY NIGHT CLUBS
***This entry has been updated with a cubicle read bonus!***
This is a rant. Let me disclaim that I do not hate the worker. I can't stand that the tendency of some professionals or people in industries to harp on or expose people they are competitive with in their field on the grounds that the person may have been a little comically seedy or had some sexy fun in some pictures. Especially when they were mine and (Roger P's) pictures and I had to remove them. That's what is really souring, I liked them. And looked good. Anyay, here's the rant. I don't really hate anyone. I wrote it right after I pulled them due to idle gossip about them in an office the very next morning they were posted. Glad I'm checked in on with A.M. NY. That's actually really scary. Here the read:
Not every night is amazing. When I got to the loft party the police had raided it, but they let me in! I love the NYPD. Nobody was out. Sometimes I have to make art out of a lame night later, lying around on my computer till 5 a.m. as the alcohol turns to sugar. We make our own entertainment hamming it up for the camera...
Aren't these sexy? WHOOP! Half of them removed. AHEM.
Well this is what I wrote as a few were left...
Isn't it great to feel sexy now and then? Nobody was out so we started posing! I love that friends of mine and I can goof around and then politely say goodnight as we get into our cabs and go home. The world is so boring for most people, at most all they can do is glare at what they project as being subversive and judge. If it was really gross you wouldn't rake around looking for it. A man never looks long at anything he doesn't like...
These are Helmut Newton photographs, if you never saw them in the college where you learned to be a number cruncher (at best). Do these disgust you? Do you think these models lost their careers over the images? Is this trash? Is this ugly?
Robert Mapplethorpe had a great talent for producing technically sound photographs that were, in my opinion, tastefully provocative. Im sorry that my images weren't quite so well planned and shot with only a travel size Leica camera. They are fun though. May I say I am hard to insult, but I get very insulted when people, in their mundane and actually sad lives, find filth and trash in fun playful premeditated images, associating these images with me or the people in them. It's a very rude projection that I don't really want to look at. If I do I can go look at your blog, no? Why don't you call it the ugly blog... or ugly thoughts? That might suit you better. And so long as we're all bullied up to bar with gawking I'd like to remind you that our appearances are fantasy. The tattooed wild man you see before you is still _________personal____________ a gentleman that for better or worse hasn't fallen far from the tree. I may have altered myself to look like a hispanic hustler from 1990 (well, I'm trying... do you know where I can find some white Guess? jeans?), but truth be told I was raised amongst more Puritanism and judgement than you could imagine (hence preachers daughters complex I have and proud of the bizarre term), a (still) young man descended from ______________________ printed in black and white in the ____________persona________*I know its nuts I retract* *and just used stars*. I'm a white boy 9with flava. What this all means is that what I do with my images and people is art and I will do as I please because that's the nature of art. It's art, backoff!! Seriously though, if you insist on making peoples lives less pleasant by misinterpreting art and beauty and fun, then, well, I guess that's your crummy business. Try to relate, like OH like maybe you went to a Pimp and Ho theme party in the suburbs and were scandalous wearing all those matching day glo bob wigs with girlfriends? Like that, just more memorable. And styled.
Did I have to pull this up for you? God, your weekends must be dreadful!
OK, Now that everybody has been TOLD let's get back to MY NIGHT:
This is when Graffiti artists prove their worth.
Busy day withe the script writing uptown. Have to get an additional Dr apparently. I'm not going to get into it, but it seems I'm being forced into... a therapist. Yes. Or they won't give me elephant sleeping pills. Yeaop. It's like that. That's what I learned up town earlier to day. M hmmm.
This is a rant. Let me disclaim that I do not hate the worker. I can't stand that the tendency of some professionals or people in industries to harp on or expose people they are competitive with in their field on the grounds that the person may have been a little comically seedy or had some sexy fun in some pictures. Especially when they were mine and (Roger P's) pictures and I had to remove them. That's what is really souring, I liked them. And looked good. Anyay, here's the rant. I don't really hate anyone. I wrote it right after I pulled them due to idle gossip about them in an office the very next morning they were posted. Glad I'm checked in on with A.M. NY. That's actually really scary. Here the read:
Not every night is amazing. When I got to the loft party the police had raided it, but they let me in! I love the NYPD. Nobody was out. Sometimes I have to make art out of a lame night later, lying around on my computer till 5 a.m. as the alcohol turns to sugar. We make our own entertainment hamming it up for the camera...
Aren't these sexy? WHOOP! Half of them removed. AHEM.
Well this is what I wrote as a few were left...
Isn't it great to feel sexy now and then? Nobody was out so we started posing! I love that friends of mine and I can goof around and then politely say goodnight as we get into our cabs and go home. The world is so boring for most people, at most all they can do is glare at what they project as being subversive and judge. If it was really gross you wouldn't rake around looking for it. A man never looks long at anything he doesn't like...
These are Helmut Newton photographs, if you never saw them in the college where you learned to be a number cruncher (at best). Do these disgust you? Do you think these models lost their careers over the images? Is this trash? Is this ugly?
Robert Mapplethorpe had a great talent for producing technically sound photographs that were, in my opinion, tastefully provocative. Im sorry that my images weren't quite so well planned and shot with only a travel size Leica camera. They are fun though. May I say I am hard to insult, but I get very insulted when people, in their mundane and actually sad lives, find filth and trash in fun playful premeditated images, associating these images with me or the people in them. It's a very rude projection that I don't really want to look at. If I do I can go look at your blog, no? Why don't you call it the ugly blog... or ugly thoughts? That might suit you better. And so long as we're all bullied up to bar with gawking I'd like to remind you that our appearances are fantasy. The tattooed wild man you see before you is still _________personal____________ a gentleman that for better or worse hasn't fallen far from the tree. I may have altered myself to look like a hispanic hustler from 1990 (well, I'm trying... do you know where I can find some white Guess? jeans?), but truth be told I was raised amongst more Puritanism and judgement than you could imagine (hence preachers daughters complex I have and proud of the bizarre term), a (still) young man descended from ______________________ printed in black and white in the ____________persona________*I know its nuts I retract* *and just used stars*. I'm a white boy 9with flava. What this all means is that what I do with my images and people is art and I will do as I please because that's the nature of art. It's art, backoff!! Seriously though, if you insist on making peoples lives less pleasant by misinterpreting art and beauty and fun, then, well, I guess that's your crummy business. Try to relate, like OH like maybe you went to a Pimp and Ho theme party in the suburbs and were scandalous wearing all those matching day glo bob wigs with girlfriends? Like that, just more memorable. And styled.
Did I have to pull this up for you? God, your weekends must be dreadful!
OK, Now that everybody has been TOLD let's get back to MY NIGHT:
This is when Graffiti artists prove their worth.
Busy day withe the script writing uptown. Have to get an additional Dr apparently. I'm not going to get into it, but it seems I'm being forced into... a therapist. Yes. Or they won't give me elephant sleeping pills. Yeaop. It's like that. That's what I learned up town earlier to day. M hmmm.
Friday, October 23, 2009
MORE METROPOLITAN - JUST LONG ENOUGH TO CHECK TXT MSGS AND GO TO GREENBURGS FOR COOKIES ON MADISON
My _________ got a black cat. Wish she named it Bast.
Actually have seen her on many occasions. We miss each other in a few waiting rooms apparently. Shut UP ; you look terrible and you need to do something now you aren't going to live forever.
I would relinquish hi tops for solid gold sandals with toe caps.
There's always peace of mind to be found there, even when its crowded...
THE BANK OF NEW YORK HAS BEEN CHASE FOR A WHILE
Even on Madison Avenue. Cubicles in this beautiful room that I once sat at the wooden desks of. I'll never forget __________ teaching me what a traveler's check was as I tried to understand where and when to meet her in Paris. And if she would show up. And when I would hit puberty. Good times. Check the reflective leg. Weird.
Warhol perfume. The Warhol people were a little crunchy so it better smell like heroin, speed pills cigs and arm pits. I always hear Jackie Curtis never bathed.
DO YOU KNOW...
That My place is minimal, almost squalid. I own 3 towels, 4 pillows and 2 comforters. People come to my place and think I live in poverty. I see it as wealth. I don't want things. I want me and to have all that is of worth contained in the vessel of my self.
That the moon comes in my skylight at a cetain time every night that I keep track of. Sometimes I think it is there alone at night and it's just the barber shop light hitting the wall on a painting.
That I destroy or throw most of my art on the street, except for the heavy ones. That my torture of not creating and the certainty of any success I would have at creating is buried so deep in my subconscious that it's the furthest from my thoughts, while I know consciously that I am Whitney material and am wasting an essence of talent so sharp and nature born as well as so fantastically shaped by experience that it kills me in my waking experience and I don't even know it.
SO you know that I'm ending this entry with a total cliche that may make you forget everything I just said? OH - I deleted it.
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This wallowing blog entry was brought to you by several suspicious cocktails at a tranny bar.
Do you hear that? Do you know what that is? It's the world smallest violin playing!
SECRETS: SOME SIGNS OF THE TIMES CULMINATING IN SOME MAJOR SEXY AUTO POSING FOR YOUR NERVES!
He had a Michael Jackson burger also. It's pulled pork and it's white.
I've heard Gays stand up and scream that Tina is tea ring this community apart! Butt... I have also heard that it's bringing Gays together... for days and days and days and DAYS.
Wondering why you have food poisoning? Might be terminal. Terminal food shop, kids. You'll have their 'outgoing orders' for days!
Then, after tiring of the Gays, we went to "Secret". The secret? A Tuck plate or gaffer tape. No pics inside. I didn't want to seem like a tourist.
Handsome celebrity make-up artist Robert Moulton is one of the only Gay men that can handle me without being in the slightest bit threatened. He knows exactly where to go.
Paris ________ is her name and my crummy photography does not do her justice. Very well put together young lady. Excellent features with a very keen ladies intuition. She didn't get in no hot rod cars!
Well OK, I love a flash bulb and a photo OP!!!
OOH should I get IN? I don't know, a girl can be be too sure! (Zoom in and check out the jaw dropped face on this guy btw)
Well OK, I'll check these car things out...
Hmmm I don't know, I'll pass. Nice cars, but I have my own.
Always love the girls. Always. Best people on God's planet.
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