Vous Avez Obtenu L'argent

N'importe ce que se produit, je serai avec vous.

Nous le ferons ensemble, et nous les prouverons mal.

N'inquiétez pas le bébé.

Je t'aime.

Photo: From personal collection

Daily Glam Rock/Gorge

Aw! So cute!
The Terror Twins, c. 1985

The Photo I Wanted To Accompany The Following Post

What happened, man? We were so tight!
Can I have my stripper tee back? Oh, and my bandana. Thanks.
Wait, nope, Vince Neil has my bandana. Nevermind.
(You're probably really lost. It's all a code. Not a difficult one. Don't worry about it.)

In Which The Toxic Twins Address An Obnoxious Issue

To Whom It May Concern,
How can you even think of saying that to us with out reason or provocation?
You have to realize that we are not under your control and will live our lives how we please, without a thought to your "morals" or "standards" or whatever the fuck it is that's holding you back from living life. You have no right to criticise any of our personal decisions, be it in relationships, hem, extra-curricular activities, etc. We don't live to please you, that is disgusting.
Do you realize how much negative energy you are pouring into your life? How are you helping anything by acting like such a small child? Truth it, you are doing nothing. You are getting nowhere and you're certainly not getting even the semblance of a friendship. Are you going to mature...ever? Because one day, you might go into that big world and *gasp* SOMEONE MIGHT NOT AGREE WITH YOU! OMG! LIKE, WHAT, LIKE, ARE YOU GOING TO, LIKE, DO? Listen, sweetie, here's what you're gonna do. YOU'RE GONNA GET THE FUCK OVER IT.
Don't EVER judge our lives again, DO YOU UNDERSTAND?

Sincerely,

The Toxic Twins

and Co.

p.s. "Crawl in a hole and die of an overdose." REALLY??!! THAT'S WHAT I WAS GONNA DO TODAY! OMG! YOU LIKE, TOTALLY, LIKE, PREDICTED MY, LIKE, FUTURE!

Photo: It was totally wrong for the post and now I can't delete it. What the fuckkity fuck. Anyway, it's by Sally Mann.

Daily Gorge: Mi Coche Futuro

Y es rojo, mi color favorito. Jesucristo yo sé más palabras que ‘mi color favorito.’ Lo siento latinos y latinas, pero es once de noche.

Daily Gorge

Hello darkness my old friend, I've come to talk with you again...
And hear the sound of silence.
Photo: Bill Henson

Living Loving Maid

Where can I get my garters
For my stockings are ripped and torn
Romping and walking and having gay times
Has taken a toll on my legs.

Where can I get my garters
In a place not soaked
With bathtub gin.
A place with some class, with a
Fine looking glass
With nylons of the finest degree.

Where can I get my garters
And not be called a street woman
But a lady, with bells on her toes
Walking tall in her alabaster towers.

Where can I get my garters,
Fair man
Where can I strap myself down?
[Photo: W September 2009]

Daily Gorge: Baby You Can Drive My Car

And baby I love you.
I never really tire of these old BMW ads. So classic.

By Request: Food For Thought

The music industry is an ever-evolving creature, it has to feed the needs of billions of creatures and rake in their money (whether they know it or not.) With 'hip-hop' being the the mainstream genre, it is the prime stake for greed, corruption, and government interference. The government wants to control everything, remember? So where will the industry be in ten years? The same control and regiments for every band and act. TALENT has nothing to do with FAME. NOTHING, at least not in this era and not in the next ten years. It is your ability and willingness to be controlled and morphed into an image of yourself. That will be juiced, sugared, and sold as audio lemonade until you no longer can squeeze out the sweet stuff. Music will become an assembly line of plastic bands with plastic songs and superficial lines that make you turn your ears off so that you can't hear what you need to hear. In the coming years, DO NOT BECOME DEAF. I don't mean physically but mentally, stay aware and watch the comings and goings of music. Watch for signs and messages that the average listener would not pick up on. Watch for common mannerisms between different rappers and what they might mean. "Pop" will be the same bullshit in ten years as songs in the 80s were the same as now. We're not having an "80s revival". We're having the same shit produced over and over, but with a new generation of listeners. But that's just pop. Look past what you see everyday to find the real music.

I Love...Vermouth

I'm kidding. This stuff is nasty. My grandmother has some, and I swear it's from the same era as this advertisement. I don't even think they make this nastiness anymore. And, by the by, who wants to get drunk on a beach, in broad daylight, with...vermouth? In a very nice, lovely red dress? I don't know, that seems a little sketchy to me.

Being Bag Face

Sorry I haven't been posting as much. I've been M.I.A., sitting on couches and eating macaroni and cheese and such. Don't judge, school is stressful.

The Eyes

Your eyes tell a story
Of love and of pain
Of knowing, if one looked close enough
Only I discover what lies in wait.

In stillness, in pondering
I gaze endlessly
Into you
Until you stir, turn away
And I am lost in my thoughts.

The love that swells inside
Bursts through those chasms
Into mine
Crossing thought and intellect
And energy and time.

Hunger for you
Replaces my need
For any material thing
My heart aches for those eyes
To feed me deep inside.

Darkness pours around me
When you are not beside
You are the palette
From which I paint
The warmth inside my soul.

The eyes that hold me
The eyes that feed me
The eyes that hold me close
Are accompanied by such a strength
That I fall into you.

[Author's Note: Haven't written poetry in so long. So glad to have sentiments to share.]

I Love...Asking My Dealer

Oh, vintage adverts. You had no idea.

Click to enlarge, its a must-read.

Happy Weekend

I don't think they mean bicycles. Bicycles are not my idea of fun.

Inspiration

free-dom [free-duhm] :

1. The state of being free or at liberty rather than in confinement or under physical restraint.

2. Exemption from external control, interference, regulation, etc.

Inspiration: Southern Comfort

Horrible graphics but a rather lovely advertisement.

Back To School

Daily Gorge: Break Out The Ice

That's so me. I hate orange juice and despise tomato juice. I am a vodka purist. Plus, this shit is 94 proof.
Click to enlarge.

Daily Gorge

So peaceful and absorbed.

Photo: Photographer unknown, from Getty Images

Crimson Sun and Leftover Ramen

The last few days have been a daze. A sleazy daze of smoke and sunlight and that feeling you get from laying on a couch with the one you love. It's been those kind of days to relax with friends you know better as family and to reconnect with others you haven't seen in months. It's been beautiful and dirty and I feel more like an earth-loving, patchouli-smelling hippie than my predecessors 40 years ago. I've totally embraced the upbringing I did almost a total 180 degrees on when I was about...no, I never turned from it at all. But they were always there, my roots, ready for the day when they could bloom again. And now here I am, using technology to gush about sunshine. Modern hippies, they come in all forms now. Watch out for 'em, they might just jump out of a bush, ninja-style.