One more thing before I go out for the day…

Pantera’s song “Fucking Hoff-style” is one of my favorites.

A while ago I was in Brick magazine.  It is a Richmond, VA weekly or bi weekly or something.  They published my Coney Island shots.  I was happy to see them get published somewhere.  Dope.

Also, I am probably not going to update again until late tonight or tomorrow.  I have friends in town for the Daft Punk show tonight.  I am going to be hanging out with them most of the day.  So yeah, BBL d00d.

I was still not in a party mood, so these pictures still suck. Everyone was wearing Chucks because Bronques was shooting a Converse ad or something. It was Marina’s last night in town so that was sad. There are also some boobs in this set so its mildly NSFW. You would think in such a boob-filled night I would have had a better time. Let’s see.. I think there was something else… Oh yeah. The guy from my PHTHRD Orange project came up to me and was like “will you take a picture of my friend?” Keep in mind he speaks in an amazing French accent. “We are not homosexuals, but sort of.” And then he kissed the guy. It was great. Anyway, here are pictures.

I realize that I did not take many photos at this party. I was just not in a party mood. Half the pictures in the set are of this drunk guy from LA and his friend who claimed to be the son of Nikki Sixx. There is one boob from Emily so this is officially NSFW. Um… I don’t really think I have anything important to say about these pictures so I will just leave you to them. I told this girl I would make this picture the main picture… so here is that too.

I read the second chapters in Kenneth Anger’s Hollywood Babylon series.  The second one was just as good as the first.  The books tell about all the extremely fucked up stuff that happened in the golden age of Hollywood.  Basically you learn that people were on way more drugs and having way more sex than we are today.  As crazy as I think my life is, these people were really out of control.  James Dean liked people to put cigarettes out on his chest… Orson Welles named the sled in Citizen Kane after the clit of one of Hearst’s lovers… Cary Grant was gayer than Christmas… very interesting book.   About thirty pages or so just deal with all the Hollywood suicides including one man who killed himself by diving head first into the shallow end of a swimming pool.  What a fucking way to go.  Anyway, the most fucked up thing in the book however were the pictures of the Black Dahlia murder.  I have seen all sorts of fucked up shit on the internet, but seeing something so gruesome as a woman being cut in half, blood drained and then having her mouth cut from ear to ear is very disturbing.   So… I thought I would share for you the pictures!  Have a nice day.

I saw the Ten the other day and I have to say it was pretty great. It might have something to do with the fact I know or have met half the cast but it was still very funny. It’s the second feature from David Wain who directed Wet Hot American Summer. He also directed the amazing sketch comedy TV show the State in the early ’90’s and he is of course one third of Stella. The Ten features ever cast member of the State as well as more established actors such as Winona Rider, Janine Garofalo, and Paul Rudd. Rudd is fantastic as always. The movie has ten parts that weave together, one story loosely based on each commandment. Very funny, very worth seeing. Also, stay for the credits because their is a pretty amazing rap song during them based on the movie.

Last week I posted the video to the remix of the Fat Joe song “Make It Rain”. Other than the fact that this song is about throwing stacks of money at strippers, which I find hilarious, I am not a huge fan of the song. That being said, the R Kelly verse might be the best written stanza since Shakespeare. I just wanted to talk to you about some of my favorite parts.

I be drilling these chicks like Major Payne

This line is extremely clever in a way only R Kelly could come up with. You see, he is referencing the Damon Waynes movie Major Payne which deals with a drill Sargent yelling at his subordinates. Yet when he says the word drill, he is actually speaking about having sex with these for mentioned chicks. In this line “drilling” has a double meaning. Brilliant.

When I make it rain, they be like “Yo… do it again”

Obviously they are excited when he throws money at them. You might think that they would feel disrespected by this action, but Kelly explains that the money they receive more than makes up for feeling completely debased. Or a second theory is that while normally they would mind this action, when R Kelly does it, they want him to do it again because they understand his brilliance.

From the club to the coupe, inside my gates
Up in my bedroom screaming each other’s name

He explains that no matter where he his, girls will have sex with him. He can get strippers to copulate with him in his car, in his house or in his bedroom. It does not matter where, as long as they have been showered with money prior to these actions.

They was perty perty, and I was flirty flirty
Lil’ dro, lil’ bub now they getting’ dirty dirty

These girls were very attractive and he was acting very flirtatious, but they did not become promiscuous until he provided them with hydroponic marijuana and and champagne.

Don’t ax me what my name is, stupid bitch I’m famous

Whilst the word AX is not in my vocabulary, I take this to mean “ask” in Kelly’s parlance. R Kelly is known the world over for his outstanding lyricism, his unquestioned singing abilities and his fondness for urinating on underage women. Because of these reasons you should be well aware of who he is. As a future warning for those who have not yet met Kelly, please, when introducing yourself tell him your name, but it is commonly accepted that you know his name, and you should under no circumstances ask for it.

You gon’ make me aim this
Leave your ass brainless

What Kelly is suggesting here is that because you did not immediately recognize him he may, in fact, have to aim his pistol of some sort and shoot you in the head which would cause your brain to leave your skull.

I’m tryin’ to stay R&B
But these streets is a part of me

This could possibly be my favorite lyric of the song; It is certainly the one I most relate to. R&B or Rhythm and Blues is most commonly associated with romance and relationships. I would go so far as to say that R&B is an expression of love. That being said, R Kelly is not all hugs and kisses. The dangerous street life that we are so familiar with from Kelly’s “Trapped In the Closet” videos, is very much still a part of him and that he might really shoot you in the face because you asked him his name, but he will try not to.

So don’t get it twisted

Please, don’t misunderstand me.

You see I order one bottle, then I fuck with one model

I mean, that’s just how it goes. When you order champagne, you fornicate with a model.

Then I order more bottles, now I got more models

If A is true, then B is true. 1 bottle = 1 model. More bottles = More Models

I’m from that city where them niggaz don’t play mayn

Blacks do not play games in Chicago. Never. Not one game. Or, this could also possibly mean that there are some very serious fellows in Chicago and that you should be careful when cracking wise around them.

I take a chick to my room like caveman

I think what he is saying is that when he meets a woman he likes, he bashes her over the head with an over-sized club and then takes her back to his cave for unconscious rape. Whatever, he is saying, I am pretty sure that it implies rape somehow, conscious or not.

So ask your girlfriend my name, I bet she go
“Skeet skeet skeet skeet, Weatherman ’bout to make it rain!”

R Kelly has so much confidence in his attractiveness to women that he believes that your girlfriend is interested him. So much that she would say either something as ridiculous as “skeet skeet skeet skeet” or she would actually orgasm then and there to the sound of his name. The part the part about him being a weatherman is slightly more confusing as weathermen usually predict weather, while R Kelly is actually making metaphoric weather when he “makes it rain”. I would compare these actions to those of a weather deity and less to a man.

Yes. I said it. R Kelly is a god; more specifically R Kelly is the Rain God. Fear him.

Good Night and Good Luck.

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Once again, Apathy’s boobs are on this site. And once again, I still don’t know what her real name is despite the fact that I see her 3 or 4 times a week, talk to her daily online, and have made out with her on more than one occasion. Hmm… These photos I took are not that good.  She seems to hate posing for me despite doing it so often.  Maybe it is because I am sort of an asshole.  Anyway, you can see more (much more) of her on Burning Angel or Gods Girls… These are most obviously NSFW.