goddamn if Munich isn’t the most boring film of the last 10 years
if i see another jews-persecution-complex-movie i’ll vomit
alright already

Edie はなされるパリからのハンドメイドの人形15 年行く、稀なオレンジ色、
樹脂ボディ、非常に限られるハンドメイドの衣服の人間毛のかつら、である。

Zsazsa は多数に、Edie の前の多くの年作られた。彼女は棒の彼女の車をこわした。

ガスを作り出すこの人は私でない。私は彼が私だったことを望む。彼の代りのI 。

ay..
i said i needed chocolate
and then E. got me it.
plus coke.cacola.

in othah news,
this:

has turned up.

other news include:
motherfucking summer is nearly over
it says so right on the calendar, Aug29th
it should end any day now. must end. please end.
+
i start rehearsals in a few.

oh the insanity
only click if you are privy to the wonders of Ethel Merman.
if not, still click it mothafuckah and get a Broadway clue.

There it is again,
a Summer Sunday.
Someone Shoot me.

“Well done my dear,
next I’ll teach you
the beehive.”

groundhog day.

In other news, Carli Norris and Jo Bending, both of whom we studied with at the Royal Academy of Dramatic Art in London, same class, got in touch via myspace. I love my RADA classmates.
And Judson K. whom I knew from from Richard Foreman’s Ontological Theater in New York when I was an intern there, also send word.

Myspace is vulgar.

Now everybody put your wigs on and say: I’m not really here.

sing with us

<--cliki I saw somebody who reminded me of you before you got afraid i wish that you could've stayed that way i saw a little girl i stopped and smiled at her she screamed and ran away it happens to me more and more these days and these songs that you sing do they mean anything to the people you're singing them to people like you i saw a photograph a woman in a bath of hundred dollar bills if the cold doesn't kill her, money will i read a magazine
that said by seventeen
your life was at and end
i’m dead and i’m perfectly content

and these songs that i sing
do they mean anything
to the people we’re singing them to
people like you

and these songs that we sing
do they mean anything
to the people we’re singing them to
tonight they do.

what is it? in the song? that she says?
i saw a little girl – i stopped and smiled and her – she screamed and ran away ♬ ♩♫　♩　♪ ♫　 ♫　♬ ♩　♪
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made a new friend, I don’t know who she really is.
she gave me this:

it’s real.
she has marvelous taste.

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sandvoss, how, hm.

screen cap by olga-saglo

not only is it still summer, it’s sunday too. the HELL.
at least there’s Charlotte‘s new song “The Songs That We Sing” which is splendid.

“Alex Dane showed up on time despite getting majorly lost. She entered the studio, bright-eyed, bushy-tailed and ready to go – a friendly, out-going, attractive lady with shocking white hair, piercing blue eyes, pretty face, slim trim body and just full of energy. After an hour in the bathroom she emerged a drunken siren, no makeup and hair a mess. Obviously she spent that whole time drinking. That was a recurring theme throughout the day, even after I siezed her booze, she kept going into the bathroom for long periods of time. She brought with her two large bottles of Smirnoff Ice and consumed nearly one entire bottle. She was staggering, loud, demanding and obnoxious. She was far too drunk to send home, she would likely kill someone, so I took her booze away, insisted she eat some lunch and then we slowly worked. The first two still sets had to be done over, she was so drunk. She claims she needs to drink because she is nervous and it helps her smile. I’m offering a couple of those photos for your evaluation of her drunken “smile”. Body drooping, eyes shut or half-closed, slack-jawed, wobbly, unable to follow any direction at all. Oh, she gave head with her teeth. Her explanation was “Oh, when I give head I get lock-jaw, sorry”. She walked through the door at 2pm and left at 9pm. We only did the minimum on our shoot, leaving out several things we normally do and we didn’t do a magazine spread we had planned.”

Spent an spiffing time with Apostolos, Filep and Mary Collins at Hooters where we ate like pigs and the waitressesseses made me stand on a really high stool, hold a menu in each hand, while they sang happy birthday to me [hooters tradition] and they ordered me that when they’d pause I was to squeal like a chicken, flap the menus like wings and shout MY NAME IS THANOS AND IT’S MY BIRTHDAY, then they’d go on singing till they would pause again and then I’d shout again.. etc etc.. It looked like they meant business and I was not to even consider refusing, so I did it. One of the waitresses who was the prettiest one, her name is Sunshine, she told me she shares the same birthday as Hitler and that her Mom shares the same birthday as Hitler’s Mom. Then they gave us free cokes.

Later, Pandelis and I had fun with text2speech [clicki aboves]

particles.

oh the poo. the birfday is coming up again. 6th august.
dammit
must I?
no I mustn’t!

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