LOL! no wait... grr!

so my office was warm. i opened the front door to let some of the coastal breeze in. some guy just walked by and called me a vulture. HA HA FUNNY! no wait. that was mean... sad... i'm a nice person gosh darn it.

the question?

my muses...lack of ciggys, horrible sex, dreams i wake up from, boring afternoons at work, porn, panic attacks, a conversation with a friend, shinny objects, a long walk in the canyon. anything that makes images fly around in my head for days. the kind of images that are begging to be let out. i can't force it. it's kind of like morse code being sent from some place inside of me.

and this what came out of my mouth...

the car ride home from logan and john's birthday bash
ubu "did you like that linda girl?"
me "huh? uhh nooo why?"
ubu "you were really frendly with her at the party"
me "um i was just being talkative. i guess"
ubu " yeah. you seemed to like her"
me " hmmm. let me go to the bathroom and check myself"
ubu "TMI!!!!!!!"
me " haaaaa haaaa haaaa ha ha ha sorry ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!"

hohum...

i haven't heard from the ABI people. i guess no art show for me this weekend...
grrrr SNARL!

i think i found my next tattoo

it means: here live only women

i just read that post...

oh my gosh. there are so many grammatical errors in that last post. that's what you get when your half awake when you write. hopefully you guys got the gist of it. oh and becky's safe and sound back home in arizona this morning. she and her sister took off at about 12:30 am.

BECKY MY FEET ARE SOAKED!

good morning everyone =)

last night i was supposed to meet rea at the eagle. i knew she wasn't going to show, so i to my sketchpad and a pencil. i sat at the bar ordered a coke and nilla stoli pulled out my sketchpad and started drawing. it's been a long since i've sat a bar and done that. since the flame was a lesbian bar. awww the flame, monday nights, red room, me, my pencil, free booze just for being cute. ah memories....back to the story! i'm siting at the bar drawing while a pod of 7 lesbians through darts and 4 bar flies sit on opposites ends of the bar. aw comfort. slowly the eachone of lesbians come to the jukebox to glance over my shoulder to see what i'm doing. i can hear the giggles and oh my gawds. i'm smiling the whole time. then this wrinkly 60 yearold woman named alice drops her beer loudly next to me and slurs out "WHTACHA DOIN?". "i'm sketching something for a painting i'm going to do." i said. "OH I SEE" she mutters before she took a drink from her beer. "CAN I LOOK AT IT?" she said while eyeballing my hands. i said sure and this is what came out of her booze soaked mouth. " WOA THAT LOOKS PRETTY FAMILIAR...WHAT SCHOOL DID YOU GO TO TO LEARN HOW TO BE AN ARTIST? I WORK IN A MENS PRISON. AND SOME OF THOSE GUYS HAVE SOME AMAZING TALENT. I TELL'EM... WHTCHA DOIN HERE.? YA KNOW.? my response "huh? interesting. i'm i guess an outsider artist. she had a puzzled look to her face "i'm self tout" "AHHHHHH OK SWEETIE" as she chugs the rest of her beer "i gotta go now" then she grabs my face and kissed me on the side of my head. i was in shock! and she stumbled out of the bar.
the drawing from the bar

at about ten i'm pretty finished with the drawing. i'm chating it up with my bartender when i get this urge to grab my phone. no more than 3 seconds pass and it explodes in my hand. it was pattie. she and becky were in town for the night and were lost in hillcrest. i gave them directions to flicks and i was on my way. there were like 8 people there so we were off again. time for bourbon street. that was better full of people and blah karaoke. but becky hasn't been out here since february it was up to here whether we stay or go. i convince rosemary and pattie that the should leave because if this was anything like her last night out with me...well more bars more booze and bar tricks. they left with an arranged meeting place for later. after a moment, a couple of ciggys and becky calling me a pimp because i had a slew of woman approach me without trying... and we're off to bar number two. 6 degrees. empty, except for the bar tender an a couple. while assessing the situation i look over to the pool table and guess who was there???? miss.rea with heather hogging the pool table. i gave her a big hug and introduced her to becky. heather looked uncomfortable so becky and i looked at eachother and got the hell out of there... next stop bacchus house... we want quite but not that quite. two people... yeah back to bourbon street. where i showed her how to pick up women by making origami vaginas with your phone number on the back. oh and i can't park i hit two cars trying to park. becky was laughing her ass off. i couldn't see out the windows they were all foggy! HA!

not so dizzy any more

OH.....MY....GOSH! A MIDGET JUST WALKED INTO MY OFFICE! I'M SO HAPPY! ahhhh dizzy again.

dizzy, dizzy, dizzy...

so i'm dizzy and my eyes are rolling into the back of my head while the ADT guy finds out where our monitor is. having difficulty standing... i seeeeeeee spots!!! ewwwww is that a headache? do i need to eat? do i need a drink? was it the rose tea? i'm gonna sit down for a little while.

yet even more photos

HOLY SHIT! DROP THE CAMARAS...ENOUGH!
DIEDIE DANCING
JUSTIN DANCING
GANOLA LESBIANS AT FETISH NIGHT????
ANABELLE AKA MORTICIA
ALEX
DIEDIE AND CHRISSY

FROM MANNYS CAMERA

i'll leave it to your imagination... DIE YOUR DRUNK
HELLO BUCK-TEETH
ME AND MANNY
BOOBY JIGGLE


HA HA! SORRY

huh?

my coffee tastes like bananas and i sucked up a coffee ground. ACK!

SO SAD...

oh no...i'm not getting a woody. AHHHHHHH I'M ASEXUAL!

fun fun ...WOW!

awww look at us.
oh so cute boys
two of the loveliest ladies i know
wow ALEX CAN EAT!

the ruling class

what the fuck! what's with the tutu? british humor... i don't get it!

mod*mom

again how do i find these people! MY THOUGHT...WONDERFUL! A blurb from mod*mom

*i'm bald now from chemo. i had my remaining hair buzzed off yesterday + i wore a beanie for 24 hours, because i didn't want my daughter or husband to look at me + i didn't want to look at me. but tonight i was hot + wanted to take the hat off. i asked my husband to take my daughter to the store so i could take the hat off. she asked me to take the hat off. she was sitting on my lap at the computer. i reminded her that mommy had no hair. she said to take it off. i curled the beanie back slowly + asked if i should put it back on. she smiled big + said take it off mommy. i took it off + she smiled really big + asked to touch my head. i let her + she thought it was great. she wasn't scared at all or disgusted. she gave me a big hug + i left the hat off for the rest of the night. i still don't like to look in the mirror. it will take time. but atleast mod*tot is happy with mommy + i'm comfortable around the house. my husband was very complimentary too.
oooooo creepy...

*at the top of my lungs* VIRGINIE!

i need to get out of here! where's my passport? VIRGINIE I'M COMMIN'! ok well maybe in september.
i miss our midnight to dawn conversations.

it's that ugly!

wish me luck. i just sent samples... i hate it when people i don't know look at my work. wheeeeeeze! it's like someone lookin at your baby funny.

shoes

awww i love these shoes acrylic on cardboard by me

i'm about to turn on your street, bumper sticker!

so last night...passion friut chai latte.....mmmm mmmmm good. i found a new pet word for my beloved friend "bumper sticker". it came out of my mouth and i'm sticking with it! she on the other hand HATES IT! her thoughts "stop saying that...it's weired. so, stop it please." yeah i don't think sooooooo. BUMPER STICKER, BUMPER STICKER, BUMPER STICKER! Oh and yoko ono all afternoon... fuckin oddball! WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY!

singing rabbit fur coat...

i heart jenny lewis with the watson twins..... rabbit fur coat rocks!
I was of poor folk
But my mother had a rabbit fur coat
And a girl of less character pushed her down the L.A. River
Hand over that rabbit fur coat

She put a knife to her throat
Hand over that rabbit fur coat
When my ma refused, the girl kicked dirt on her blouse
Stay away from my mansion house

My mother really suffered for that
Spent her life in a gold plated body cast
Now, you ask, did she get that girl back?
She paid a visit to that mansion house

She knew the girl was not there
But her father was in cufflinks with slicked-back black hair
He invited her in, they never sang a note
But she took off that rabbit fur coat

And who do you think came home?
Miss so and so
She took one look at my ma and what did she say?
""Why are you stealing from my mansion house?""

No, I'm in love with Mr. so and so
He invited me in, I'm a girl no more
Then she dragged my ma out by her throat
Hand over that rabbit fur coat

Let's move ahead twenty years, shall we?
She was waitressing on welfare, we were living in the valley
A lady says to my ma you treat your girl as your spouse
You can live in a mansion house

And so we did
And I became a 100.000 dollar kid
When I was old enough to realize, wiped the dust from my mother's eyes
It's all this for that rabbit fur coat

But I'm not bitter about it
I've packed up my things and let them have at it
And the fortune faded, as fortunes often do
And so did that mansion house

Where my ma is now, I don't know
She was living in her car, I was living on the road
And I hear she's putting that stuff up her nose
And still wearing that rabbit fur coat

But mostly I'm a hypocrite
I sing songs about the deficit
But when I sell out and leave Omaha, what will I get?
A mansion house and a rabbit fur coat


DONE WITH THE SINGING. OFF FOR A BAGEL!

"if you touch my boobs,i'll kick your ass!"

last night
i went to my favorite place last night... the eagle. well shot some pool, had a couple of screwdrivers, met a drunken "angel" who tried to molest me. he was on some type of drug on top of the booze. he kept repeating "I LOVE WOMAN!" over and over again. apparantly i'm a witch because i have tattoos... i kept being distracted by his deformed hands. i just kept drinkin my screwriver... finished the pool game and met some of the other old fags in the bar. i ended up being a cheerleader for jojo (aka ma aka oprah) while he played his game. the game was almost over when the "angel" throws himself on the pool table and starts yelling "i'm not leving with out my leather jacket!".well all the homo's look at eachother,while i'm siping my screwdriver watching it all go down... next thing i know he's being drug out of the bar by an ex navy seal and a cal trans worker. "angel" is hanging on to the bar door and wouldn't let go i can hear them yelling "let go man! we'll call the cops!" angry homo's are funny.... a good time was had and i think i've made plans for drunken brunch in plams spring with the navey seal and his husband in two weeks...wooohooo leather gear!

lunch at the turf club

if you've never been...here's the jist. you cook your own meal. yes, i know you can do that at home, but there's no clean up. plus booze and a jukebox. you can't beat that.
grrrrr i want my meat!
ubu and mr.ninny
mmmmm booze soaked blue cheese stuffed olives (mr.ninnys drink)
a very very full me

it doesn't look like you at all but...

inspired by bubba 16x20 acrylic

warm and safe

the sun is shining, breakfast has been eaten, i have chocolate in my belly. i'm content.

what's that smell????

mmmm the scent of wet asphalt!!!! oh dear it's raining...

random images

in my car
my mom and brother
my brother

milena song

Oh wow... How do I stumble across these people. Absolutely fantastic. Artist, musician... Just take a look for yourself
"milena song's site"
"milena song's myspace"

this is what my boss sent me this morning

Doctors have concluded that if you find the man in the coffee beans in 3 seconds, your right half of your brain is better developed than most people. If you find the man between 3 seconds and 1 minute, your right half of the brain is developed normally. If you find the man between 1 minute and 3 minutes, then the right half of your brain is functioning slowly and you need to eat more protein. If you have not found the man after 3 minutes, the advice is to look for more of this type of exercise to make that part of the brain stronger!!!

LEE

"lee" 16in x 20in acrylic on canvas

sooooooo happy!

for those of you who tried to visit my head this morning. SORRY! it was out of commission. i didn't read the emails about my site renewal. Yeah! i'm back up!!!! now if only blogger would pick up those pictures...

pumpkin and twinkey

acrylic on canvas 16in x 20in

she asked me one night to paint how i felt about her. i promised her i would and i did.

GEEZ!

fucking blogger won't pick up photos! AGAIN! i've been trying to post my new paintings all day... frustrating!

hell yes!

man ray rocks!

Garth...

"Personal Ad: Obese shut-in with no interests. Has fatal non-contagious illness with less than 4 years to live. Has unreliable sex-drive which doesn't matter because an orgasm is like a atomic bomb powered thunderstorm going off in my skull. Loves to cuddle. Seeks anyone interested." still intrested? found him while trolling around.

bathed in your lipstick

so i was going through images and they triggered memories... i had to write. this one triggered it all.

bathed in your lipstick
lipstick everywhere
on your rubber skirt
on my shoes
lipstick everywhere.
on your lovely face.
on my cheek
lipstick everywhere
on your thighs
on my arms
lipstick everywhere
your insatiable appetite
the taste of raspberries from your breasts in my mouth
lipstick everywhere
on the cigarette you held so elegantly
the glass of wine we shared
lipstick everywhere
on your fingers
on my knees
lipstick everywhere
on the sheets
on my dirty pillows
lipstick everywhere
the way you spoke with your eyes with inaudible words
the way you fueled my black heart
lipstick everywhere
red marks and black marks on the walls
smudges, smudges, smudges, smudges
lipstick everywhere
on the shackles
on the handcuffs
lipstick everywhere
your bite marks
my paw prints
lipstick everywhere
your heat
my words
lipstick everywhere
your scent filling my olfactory
my nails digging into your flesh
following the trail of marks down your body like a treasure map
making noise reach your mouth
the downstairs neighbor complaints about the noise from above
two quivering bodies mingling in the middle of the night.
windows open to release the exabisonist.
the camera posed to relax the narcissist.
exploiting lucid fantasies
a passing moment in time captured in blurry digital images.
lipstick everywhere

chrissy your so awesome

thank you so much i love them

last weekend in 2 parts

so this was last weekend....
d
what's with this face i kept doin it all weekend?
what a wonderfuly uguly shirt...
the potty at MJ'S
pimp ninny!
mmm soy milk
oooo joel
so not my bed and look ma i got a pimple.
my toothbrush

in joels potty
at the factory
me and my mom
joels fish
i don't know
frank
joel and devora

saturday night
joel and i

Awww man! I’m going to miss Ravi Shankar…. I was on my way to work this morning and I really wanted to hear some Ravi. So I ran my morning errands headed back to the office and goggled Mr.Shankar. I clicked the link to his site. What’s the first thing I see…NORTH AMARICAN TOUR SOULD OUT! Awww I wish I would have known. HO HUM!

DANG I FEEL GOOD!

As some of you may know. I’ve been acting like an indignant little monster. Due to the combination of stress, lack of sleep and panic attacks. Well… I got my zen back. I dog sat martha’s pup. went on a two mile walk with her. Painted twinkey and pumpkin, had sushi for breakfast, and 6pm tea. I feel this peace inside me that I haven’t felt in a long time. The bliss inside of me was awakened and I don’t know what did it. I woke up this morning and...and... well I just felt it good. No words to describe it really just "GOOD". This is some kind of nice... I just hope I’m not bipolar.

PEEEEEEEUUUUUUUUUU!

i smell like rubber. darn balloons....

flash back

thanks die...

3:23 am

the sound of the rain hitting my window woke me up. i laid in bed trying to go back to sleep. all i want to do is grab a paint brush and go at some canvas. i should really try to go back to bed... until then it's bjork filling my ears and me singing at the top of my lungs... i wish i had the camera. i think i need to get some of this creative energy out in bad 4 am photos....

the 3rd personality

Isn't life a series of images that change as they repeat themselves?

my answer to the question...

i don't keep mementos. i paint there cunts. especially if i got a lesson. sometimes i laugh at myself for doing it but it's my form of therapy.

whats with the music?

this is going to be intresting. my fucking cunt is bleeding and i have cramps from hell. i adore jo ru he's making my stay so comfortable, and the old lady nap helped out to... disco night at ???? well i can't remember but i know i won't be shaking my ass as hard as last night. i won't be doing the caralton tonight. MJ's well the music sucked but the company made it all worth it. the 2am pupusas and curtido also helped. what happened to the safty dance someone promissed me... WOW SWIMMING ELEPHANTS... dude i feel like dougie howser!

lavender

i love the scent of lavender. i love lavender tea. i like to smell like lavender.

mr.bunny

my utters hurt!

i'm drooling again

i've been dreaming the last few nights. they've been real dirty dreams. last night involved me and a woman in the courthouse but behind a curtin. people kept walking in on us. all i know is that i woke up to a very wet pillow and i had to pee badly. tuesday nights dream; i had an interlude with a woman on my sock pile in my bedroom. i think it was the laundry that triggered it that night. i fucking love the smell of fresh laundry... monday night i dreamt that i was at a naked party and my pasties wouldn't stay on...i have no clue where that came from.

ooooo diamanda! how purdy are you.... *gulp-melt* now if she only had her glasses on