I decided while working on Menstrate two (My ground breaking magazine.) I would try and tackle it from a more femine point of view. So I bought a Marvin Gaye tape, took out a Patsy Cline cd at the Library and Bought a book called the Encyclopedie De La Femme. Its in French. But even with the language barrier it is a vast chasm of information.

Here is what I learned.

Just as I suspected.

Some searches that have led people to my website.

Doverman Sexorgan

woman’s blog+killed wasp

Grimmace

How to suck puss

“i am going to my room to masturbate”

valerie’s darkside

I look for trouble

monkey kneecaps

fucker girls images

flagpole special

Fuck

lady in jail

fucked “running mascara”

poems of wolves

Nails in my stomach.

klaus kinski my cock

And of course a ton for just Klaus Kinski, obviously.

On this site, whenever someone comes to it through a search engine it lets me know what was searched for to lead them here.  Ever since I put the post up about Klaus Kinski I get at least three people a day, sometimes six, sometimes more, that come here searching for him.  I’ve done posts on lots of famous people.  Tons of directors, Werner Herzog, John Waters, Cassavetes, to name a few off the top of my head (Actually I cant remember their names being related to any searches.)  Then there’s posts about Salvador Dali and about four pages of Keith Richards quotes for gods sakes.  Once in awhile someone drifts in searching for these people.  maybe one or two a day, maybe. No where near the amount kinski gets.  He’s a legend.  The latest top kinski searches that lead people here.  Kinski Python.

I just watched a documentary on James Ellroy called Feast of Death.  Its pretty good.  I couldn’t find it anywhere online though.

James Ellroy is a writer.  The movie LA Confidential (starring Russell Crowe and Guy Pearce.) is based on one of his novels.  Hes driven by crime, and unsolved cases.  His mother was murdered and raped when he was ten.  The killer never found.  He was obsessed by the Black Dahlia case.  He’s foul and pompous.  Sometimes very cold.

Though I couldn’t find the documentary I did find this first clip, which is the opening scene from it.  And the second one i uploaded from it.

Tonight my fortune cookie lied
It said I could do anything I want
But I haven’t been able to sleep
More then two hours lately
And even those two hours have gone out the
Window
Of course the cocaine last night
didn’t help
I get into these modes
But I don’t want to talk about it
I already have
Rambling on these never
Ending hours
Then I just try
And push people away with outrageousness
I get bitter
I whine a well deep
But only end up feeling like a rambling fool
Sometimes the world seems
As a grapefruit
And I
Its center
Baby
All I need is a little sugar
So come and give me some sugar
Come and give me some sugar
I’m home
I got this funny feeling
Its something
or maybe someone
I like thinking about them
And that
makes me feel like more of a fool
I’m home now
The seven am bus ride
Was fine

I got a new bed awhile back
So the old mattress sits against
The wall
Beside the fridge
In the kitchen
I drew this massive screaming
Face on it
Big bright
And green
Underneath it says
I like 2 party

I’ve turned patsy cline up to full blast
And now I punch away
At the mattress
There’s no anger involved
I punch like
A bobby Womack
sings
I feel bad for the partier
On the mattress
He is an extension of me
So
In a way he has it coming to him
But I understand his troubles

I move with grace
As Patsy reaches in my chest
And squeezes
Like she knows

What is this thing
On my mind

I wish someone would have played ODB last night
But wait
What’s stopping me now

Now ODB is screaming at the top of his lungs
Me along with him

BIG BABY JESUS
I CANT WAIT
NIGGA FUCK THAT
I CANT WAIT

Picture this
I’m wearing a red towel as a cape
I’m REALLY screaming now

The music Is loud
I should have turned the Patsy off
But fuck that
She’s singing with ODB

Were all in together now

I just threw my pants out the window
Into the snow

Ha
Fuck you

If the neighbours
Give me those funny fucking
Eyes
I’m going to yell
Nigga so loud
They’ll shit themselves

Now I’ve printed out
A picture
Of patsy cline
Cut her out
And were dancing

I’m screaming

BIG BABY JESUS
I CANT WAIT
NIGGA FUCK THAT
I CANT WAIT

And now its gotten to the point
Sitting on this chair
Like a chimpanzee
My legs up
Typing like a vulture

Its gotten to the point
I’m not typing things I’ve done
But doing the things I type
Each sentence
A strange idea

I know if I don’t watch blue velvet
In the next hour
I’m going to make like a monkey
And go bananas

All my cigarettes are gone
that’s what I need
Right now
A smoke

My arms were up in the air last night
As I ranted
And raved

Hart

Someone said casually
The cat is eating your cigarettes

I waved them off

Don’t worry about It I said

I never even looked

As I ranted some more

Who dare interrupt me

ME!

Finally I turned my head

I’d made my point

The pack of menthol cigarettes was empty
The cat had taken every
Last one
and hidden them

Some under the couch

I still have no idea where some are
They were all wet

She licked the mint flavour
Clean off

She was just sitting on the floor
Giving me wild eyes

But I’m not mad

I’d much rather
Share cigarettes with a cat

Then the usual
heathens
That drift
Into my circle
With their dildo
Eyes

I whip the blinds back from my window
And yell
At the top of my lungs
WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT

Its all about the element of surprise

But no ones there

To fast for me

I’ll get them next time
I swear this

im going to stop
This writing
Before it gets dangerous

The mattress was a strange canvas
Material
And there is blood on my knuckles

This isn’t every night

And I suppose I could write about other
Things
About other people
About you

But I wouldn’t want to
Bore anyone.

Once you travel down the tunnel of local TV ads you have to buy a beer. Its eleven am, I bought six and im going down into the fox hole. Look at my treasures boys. See my prizes girls.  I am the SIFTER.

These ones are good too.  Not all gold.  But each has a little magic.

EEEk.

KEEP IT REALM.  SPACE OUT.

My parents just got two new cats. Brothers. Wild animals. I fought for them to be named Mickey and Panther. Panther was the one with the white paws. The scum wouldnt do it. I think they went with Doc Holiday and Johnny Ringo. At leasts its not Monica and Chandler. Ringo still sounds too close to a beatle. Makes my stomach turn. But when I was younger I did love tombstone, and Doc holiday was my favorite. That old drunk has white paws now.

When I was in Toronto everyone in my house was in bed by eleven and I didnt usually go to bed until seven am, we spent a lot of time together, me and the cats. I want to cat nap them. Cat nip em. WHERES MY TELEPORTERRRRRR. I miss you Mickey and Panther, and now your destined to come out dull by association. Sorry boys, Life is hell.

Dennis Hopper Documentary.

She’s heavy
she weeps all over the room
and rises like a balloon

Making paintings like a mad man. For a show that doesnt exist. The release of Menstrate issue two. Late February. Menstration comes once a month. Menstrate cums forever. I cant show you the future, only let you dream it. Your dreams are weak.
Tommorrow I plan to show a million photos of kittens. I dont pussy foot. But the weekend is a terrible thing to navigate within. So monday. So much young pussy. I call them Panther and mickey. The future is on your face. You are the Devil.
Leak whiskey with me. For me, Against me.
Eat One.
New art show coming…..