I’ve been so busy hanging out with real people, listening to Death Metal and enjoying Santa Cruz oh, and writing and painting.  Brian Morriseys party was fun  Dave was totally in his element on the grill and prepared everyone’s food..  I have some of the coolest friends here since the Austin days. And you know what, I REALLY feel like I deserve it!

Thanks to Iris and Cynthia for standing up to Victor and all your support. BUt seriously, I’m over it. A new chap on the way and more important shit.

I think I’m Joe Pachinko’s date at the wedding. hahaha.  It’s buisiness casual so I have to get something to wear. None of my dresses are appropriate for a wedding, heh.

WORKING ON DOPE 2, and taking the advice of my friends and staying offline as much as I can.  I’ll post more poems soon guys, right now I just have something specefic I need them for. read my poetry archives……

Myspace is Valet Parking for the Mind

 

First things first

Get me an exorcism

To expel my bad karma

Oozing out all my pores

 

I’ve been told I have balls like

None ever seen in the ring before

But I don’t think that’s why my ass hurts

When I walk

 

And you better eat life

Like a death row inmate

Having his Last Supper

Cause with a blink

It’s all just gonna be gone one day

 

What I mean is

Really get in there good

In the squishy parts

Let the flesh

Dance upon your tongue

 

And breathe fire when you speak

Otherwise, nobody will notice

And we wouldn’t want that would we?

 

I wish I were a morphine suppository

Up Joe Pachinko’s ass

But that’s another poem

 

This is what a cry for help looks like

It’s time to de-technologize me

Cause if you have sex with dolls long enough

I’m told you can no longer tell the difference

 

So strip me down good

 

Oh yeah baby

I love those curves

 

But I want the real world

Only

Human experiences

 

You see,

My computer

Has become a deathtrap

And it’s a fixed race pussycat

 

So I will drop out early

I’ve already seen this one before

 

And so I say

Fuck myspace

Fuck your space

Fuck it, sit on my face

Fuck friendster

And jeeves

 

I will not miss you yahoo maps

Not one bit

 

But the world is a tough crazy place

and that’s the hand we are dealt.

I wish someone would play accordion

Whilst I write

 

So Don’t email me

Or im me

In the end it will just be time you wasted

When you could have been fucking

 

I choose to live in the real world

With the real people

 

Sick

Dark

Unforgiving

But always breathtakingly spontaneous

 

And this is how I turn shooting stars

Into words

 

I’ve been writing SO MUCH POETRY.  However, it is for two different projects and neither of them want me to publish them on my blog.  Frustrating, but worth it.  I’m going to Los Angeles Friday to see the peeps, Saturday in Venice, Sunday is Brian Morrisey’s bachelor party.    Should be a good weekend. I’m also registering for school so I’m busy as hell.  DON’T WORRY, Dope 2 is around the corner, Paul is busy with ADD and I’m busy having ADD….  I’ve received a few emails about it.  I said from the beginning it was a project I was doing cause I WANT to and therefore will do it at my own pace and yes, everyone involved will of course get contributor’s copies.

I’m OFF to the Wired Wash with Christopher Robin and Brian Morrisey…Joe Navarro is featuring tonight and it should be great.

im out

oh after the wired wash Brians band is playing with the guys from “Fight Those Bastards” its walking distance. should be a blast

I’m still setting up my fish tank. My best friend Dawn just called. She just graduated from college and is in grad school full time, working, and a single mother, she’s my hero.

I’m starting school next week so i had to stop smoking weed. I was a bitch (more than usual) for about two days.  Feeling better now. Writing more. Paul-Corman wants me to go to SF for the Cherry Bleeds Anthology release reading, Looking forward to it. Tomorrow we’re going to the Monterey Bay Aquarium, im STOKED!

I’ll keep you posted on my projects. Right now I’m trying to wrap my head around the fact that I’ll be in school with people like half my age that know way more than me!

I hear people are still talking shit about me, heh, any publicity……..

Tonight the Wired Wash was a lot of fun.  We are all going to Oakland tomorrow to see Joe Pachinko…I’m so stoked.  I received Zoe Alexander’s chap today “Cock Shy” and will be reviewing it and it should be done in a week. Loving it so far. C. Allen Rearick will also be sending me his new chap to review, I can’t wait to read that motherfuckers. I’ve ALWAYS said he’s the one to watch!

Kendra-Steiner Editions Publications has invited me to join their family. I’m pleased.  I am ordering a large quantity of SIRENS…so you can also purchase them from me signed.  Paul and I are going thru DOPE 2. It shall blow your mind.  and every fucking day there is the ocean and sunshine.

 

 

 

I don’t read your blogs

After I ate my fruity pebbles

Tons o emails from peeps

Saying you said this

And you said that

And I ask them what their point is

 

I’ve finally seen enough

To become immune to your venom

Though, it’s some watered down shit

I must say

 

So, you play your schoolyard games

Kharma will skin your knee

I’m going to go take a shit

Then sing in the shower

 

Like any other fucking day.

 

Some people are like that you know

They could just disappear forever

And nobody would never notice

And I certainly don’t expect anything

But a Jane Does cremation.

 

I feel you wasting energy

I hear your jealousy

 

But I choose to sit back

And let everyone see

Who you really are

 

Scary, huh?

 

 

I feel like one of those Star Wars Geeks

 

 

It just gets easier with time

Like watching a Puppy grow up, right?

 

Circles surrounding my eyes

Rivaled only by the full moon

 

You know you’ve been smoking too much weed

When you miss an appointment

You’d waited a month for

Because you had no fucking idea

What day  it was.

 

I don’t think I could look an angel

In the face

So I hide in the back rooms

Full of people

I simply don’t give a fuck about

 

And

It just gets easier with time

But maybe If I push you

It’s cause I think you are capable of more

And what if

As it so happens

You catch a vision of yourself in the mirror

 

Pulling her body out of the car in that desert

And even though you weren’t wearing youre glasses

It was clear to those around you

All you remember is how old your eyes looked

 

It just gets easier after time

And

Viva La Boondock Saints

(even though the guy who made it ended up being a dick)

Viva La Anarchy

Viva la anything to get people

So stand up

 

In a world of convenience

You could easily become a shut in.

But worse things could happen

Than being stuck in a room forever

Watching Shaun of the Dead and

The Life Aquatic

And

If you’re wondering why my poesy

Was sprinkled with pop culture references

When I am so quick to dismiss them.

I’s because I’m copycatting the google whore

As an experiment

 

But don’t worry

It just gets easier over time.

 

All of it

Including the naps between naps

And I just like to write…

Cutting the Cord

 

What did you think

Would happen?

 

And it went on

Like a sexless

Humorless

Sitcom

 

Only all the people were real

Well, technically at least

 

Well, you forgot to attach the strings

And nobody has been properly prepped

 

It could go on like this forever

Like a dysfunctional family

 

I simply turn my back to you

 

Take that shocked look

Off your fucking face

You’ve seen me in the moon

And darkness

 

You had to know

This day was coming.

Nothing much to report. Good weekend. Wired Wash, Nicole came to visit. I dunno it’s Sunday, I try to do nothing on these days. Tomorrow Christopher Robin and Pippi Longstockings are going on a bike ride. I have two poems to type and will try to do that tomorrow, no promises. I stay away from this machine and surrounded by people as much as possible. I survived the detox from myspace….I’m still on the fence about if I should let the website go. I mean Brian and Chris are always telling me about awesome writers who never tried to be known for it that wrote brilliant shit.

Also, I will be reviewing “Cock Shy” by Zoe Alexander. And I am currently self publishing a new collection of my own new poems as well. School is starting soon. Lots more on the horizon, but I realize the few humans who read my rants have the attention span of gnats. Oh, But I will have A DVD ready soon of me and Chavez reading. My shoes were adorable. adult swim, sleep, bike ride.

Debbie is my slave name

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