Friday, July 02, 2004


And all these. And this deserves looking into with a mirror.
OK. Deleted the links to the stories. That wasn't fair. But, Jesus, shape up, kid! Only your mental health and well-being and your life is at stake, that's all. And read on ...
Histrionic Personality Disorder

"They were careless people, Tom and Daisy — they smashed up things and creatures and then retreated back into their money or their vast carelessness, or whatever it was that kept them together, and let other people clean up the mess they had made…" -- F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby
Maria Sharapova. Mmmm, Yeah.
"Our lives might be small and frightened, but in the ideal life, it was felt -- the educated life, the brave life, the life out in the world -- love would not only be pursued, it would be achieved; and once achieved transform existence; create a rich, deep, textured prose out of the ordinary reports of daily life. The promise of love alone would one day give us the courage to leave these caution-ridden precincts and turn our faces toward: experience. That was it, really. Love, we knew, would put us at the center of our own experience. In fact, only if we gave ourselves over to passion, without stint and without contractual assurance, would we have experience." -- Vivian Gornick, The End Of The Novel Of Love

You love her
But she loves him
And he loves somebody else
You just can't win
And so it goes
Till the day you die
This thing they call love
It's gonna make you cry
I've had the blues
The reds and the pinks
One thing for sure

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

Two by two and side by side
Love's gonna find you yes it is
You just can't hide
You'll hear it call
Your heart will fall
Then love will fly
It's gonna soar
I don't care for any casanova thing
All I can say is
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah

I've been through diamonds
I've been through minks
I've been through it all
Love stinks

(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
(Love stinks)
Love stinks yeah yeah
-- J Geils Band

Thursday, July 01, 2004

Ok, let's start over. I LOVE YOU! The REAL you.

And you need this, and this, and this and this and this and THIS. For starters. And you where I am. I can help. I love you. I love my M., who I KNOW is the girl inside, under all that crap, a person who's not just a THING, for using, with fake tits. A sweet girl who needs a friend, someone to love her, someone who will love her warts and all and doesn't just want to use her and have sex with her. Someone to HUG her! Damn it ... [[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[[ ]]]]]]]]]]]]]]]
Via Google (link deleted):

... another one of our all-time favorite performers, will be returning to the Vivid fold in "Coming From Behind", a Chi Chi LaRue-directed boinkfest which is rumored to include the former Penthouse Pet's first anal and DP scenes. We can hardly wait.

Fuck you, too.

AVN, too. (Google) (link deleted)

OK, scratch the FU. (put it BACK; I guess this gives the phrase "up yours" a whole new meaning) Silly, stubborn, willful, sad, self-destructive, wicked little girl. Determined to destroy yourself and create a self-fulfilling phrophecy. AND a goddamn trail a moron could follow. NOT a stupid girl, so that's not an excuse. But you behave like a silly child. I love and care and adore you and would do most anything for you, but you make it difficult sometimes ... GROW THE FUCK UP! Your entire identity does NOT -- repeat NOT -- center around nasty fucking little "penisheads" wanting, or paying, to screw you. OR AT LEAST IT SHOULDN'T! Goddamn it. Grow up and get some self-esteem! You're likeable for yourself!

What really pisses me off is that you fucking KNOW better! I know your heart, and it's a good heart.

Selfish note: In addition to missing you, I'm getting damn tired of being ashamed of you. This. Does. Not. Help.

I've always told you, you set yourself up to FAIL. You're your own worst goddamn enemy. And I HATE I feel powerless to stop you from fucking yourself over.

Sorry, I'm just especially bitter today. I need you, and you're not there.
The three teens are charged with drugging and raping the girl, then 16, in July 2002, during an encounter they recorded on a videotape that was the central evidence in the trial.

Little bastards. Sounds like potential strip club and/or porn customers to me! Somebody call Don King!

I keep tellin' ya, kid, the pigs win. And you make life harder on little 10-yr. old Tara (not to mention Jade, etc.) when she grows up, cuz these freaks think this sort of shit is OK.
Lafave also worked as a model for Makes and Models Magazine, which features exotic cars. She was in its first issue, which included a photograph titled ``Man's Best Friends,'' in which she sat atop a wide-screen television showing a Porsche.

And she's an exhibitionist, too!

Lay you good odds she was abused, too. Wanna bet?
Dedicated to any porn ho's who might happen to be walking by. Not that that's an accusation or claim of knowing any:

It's Money That I Love
by Randy Newman
I don't love the mountains
And I don't love the sea
And I don't love Jesus
He never done a thing for me
I ain't pretty like my sister
Or smart like my dad
Or good like my mama
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
They say that's money
Can't buy love in this world
But it'll get you a half-pound of cocaine
And a sixteen-year old girl
And a great big long limousine
On a hot September night
Now that may not be love
But it is all right
One, two
It's Money That I Love
Wanna kiss you
Three, four
It's Money That I Love
Used to worry about the poor
But I don't worry anymore
Used to worry about the black man
Now I don't worry about the black man
Used to worry about the starving children of India
You know what I say about the starving children of India ?
I say, "Oh mama"
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love
It's Money That I Love

Wednesday, June 30, 2004

Having hard, hard times ... Will post details soon.

I love you, Beauty. I am your true friend. Always.