all kinds of people populate the hollywood cemetary not the least of which is this mustachio’ed minx; apparently she grows and cultivates rhinestones in nebulous Topanga caverns with which to adorn her upper lips and like areas..
Sometimes we need nude black and white images of ladies in helmets to remind us of what love looks like. The fact that its only been a day since she left for Edinburgh, and I’m already pining away alone in our little room above Clapham Commom, must mean that either I’m a pruned sap, or possessed of an awful short term memory.
Skin is the first experiment in pretty pretty versus portrait…theres a book here somewhere, but I don’t have the energy and latex feels like wearing wet cabbages on you, I know because I had to wear a shirt once for a fashion show.
If dylan monroe was any better looking, I’d send a search party out looking for his humanity. He hurts your eyes less if you squint, but that gives you wrinkles, and then a day will come when you blame dylan for your unattractive crows feet, and he doesn’t need that pressure.
the thunder and jelly and jam that is britney, may she forever sweep the dew from my loins.
my two favorite naughties paid a visit to the studio before leaving permanently for Houston. Now who’s going to hit me with a cattleprod when I wear lingerie on my head?
