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Minister of The Je-Ne-Sais-Quoi In Yr Heart.
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[Jul. 8th, 2009|05:52 pm] |
FEMININE HYGIENE TROUBLES
BY PRINCESS STRAP-ON (co-written by Casey Robinson)
Sisters and Mothers / Come 2 gether
Open our mouthes / break th leather
Baking bread n cookies / In the oven
We can learn / learnin' n lovin'
Every girl gets the yeast infection
She might just need / some direction
Every girl gets the yeast infection
She just needs / your direction
All white and creamy/ In the vag
Mother nature makes me itch / N scratch real bad
Went to the store for some Monostat 1
Now my pussy is slimy / Just like cum
Shot an egg up my cootch / Had an allergic reaction /
Pussy inflamed / Now I'm really scratchin'
Shot an egg up my cootch / Had an allergic reaction /
Feels like a hellspawn is fuckin' hatchin'
I'm crying real hard and my boyfriends sad
Cuz I'm out of commission / In the Vag
I'm crying real hard and my boyfriends sad
Cuz I'm all rancid / Up in the Vag
My boyfriend put me in a steaming hot tub
We wants some touchin' / gonna gimme a rub
I'm shrieking and crying gonna rip by uterus out
He thinks I'm a cunt just puttin' a pout
Gonna cuddle with my teddy
Gonna cuddle with my kiddy
Gonna rip out my pussy
Gonna cuddle with my kitty
I bet I have ovarian cysts
Have some STDs too
My boyfriend will be pissed
but it ain't nothin' new
I'm crying real hard and my boyfriends sad
Cuz I'm out of commission / In the Vag
my canal's all cheesed,
so I'm at ease,
no dick in my slick slimy yest brick, PLEASE!
I'm crying real hard and my boyfriends sad
Cuz I'm all rancid / Up in the Vag
Sisters and Mothers / Come 2 gether
Baking bread n cookies / In the oven
Every girl gets the yeast infection
Every girl gets the yeast infection
SONG BASED ON A TRUE STORY
BY PRINCESS STRAP-ON
How is everyones' Summer going?
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[Dec. 12th, 2008|04:55 pm] |
I'm coming out of internet hibernation for a moment to say that the video installation piece I've been working on all this year is playing at the Eastern Block tomorrow night for their show 'Absent Wishes' (there's an article about Absent Wishes in The Hour). I'm really excited about actually being able to see this in a live space.
Everything is Quite Meaningless!
Two piles of junk are animated through technology and have a heart to heart chat about their search for meaningful relationships, human connection, disappointment, and their mutual love of philosopher Georges Bataille. They want to transgress the limits of human experience, but are themselves abject objects--formed from chicken wire, wood, duct tape, styrofoam, and the mirage of video projections. In their clunky attempts at communication we can perhaps find a parable for our own attempts to connect through technology, the frustrations that communication entails along with the transcendental joys. Will these two discontinuous beings ever become continuous? |
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[Jan. 8th, 2007|02:11 am] |
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could u imagine being a mortician? holy shit. |
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[Aug. 12th, 2006|10:20 pm] |
Hello. My name is Esther, and I like to wear dresses that look like vomit, at least when they're bunched up in my hand.
When I am not busy seducing bus stops, I also like to take fashion photographs. The brilliant and sexually explosive film Blow-up greatly influenced my photography. It's hard to get girls to make proper facial expressions sometimes, as clearly demonstrated here.
I think with this shot I managed it. In Blow-up, the photographer, to whom I am madly attracted, kisses ladies on the neck in order to get a proper shot. I like to go a few steps further. & by "a few steps" i mean "this girl is in the midst of receiving the best sex of her life."
Yes, I am dedicated, I know. Whatever it takes.
Part of my personal beliefs involve copyrights. Other photographers are always trying to replicate my art, and it's very upsetting for me as a person. As a result, I've had to resort to serious measures to make sure this never, ever happens. This model had to be pushed off a rooftop afterwards. What a waste. |
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| poem i wrote just 4 u |
[Jun. 12th, 2006|03:15 am] |
u are wearing a thong made of strands of my hair you plucked while i was sleeping beside u
i am naked with cinnamon sticks
penetrating my beaver
my parents are sleeping upstairs |
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| Barthes: Incidents |
[May. 24th, 2006|09:19 pm] |
| [ | Current Location |
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| [ | mood |
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In a week I will disappear.
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According to his schoolmates, H. is "very sensual" (a phrase made all the more disturbing by the dryness of the pied-noir accent): in my mind, it becomes H.'s name: Very Sensual. Yet the nickname's meaning is easy enough to guess: H. lets himself be fucked.
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"I'm afraid I'm falling in love with you. It's a problem. What should I do?"
"Give me your address." |
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| looking for a roommate or place to live in Montreal! i'm moving sometime June thru to Sept. |
[Apr. 10th, 2006|08:23 pm] |
WANTED: application for roommates in Montreal.
if you want this choice position have a cheery disposition! rosy cheeks, no warts! play games, all sorts!
you must be kind, you must be witty, very sweet and fairly pretty! take me on outings, give me treats! sing songs, bring sweets!
never be cross or cruel, never feed me castor oil or gruel, love me as a sister or brother and never smell of barley water!
if you won't scold and dominate me, i will never give you cause to hate me... i won't hide your spectacles so you can't see, put toads in your bed or pepper in your tea!
hurry, roommate!
many thanks
sincerely,
Esther Emily Splett.
x posted to ![[info]](http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/community.gif) mtl_apts and montrealindie. |
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[Mar. 5th, 2006|11:47 pm] |
"i don't think you're very real at all. you live life like yr the invisible woman. the mystery guest with the extra long cigarette who believes she can control the game without playing."
"i don't like games," Emma insisted.
"no," i corrected, "you just don't like losing." |
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[Mar. 5th, 2006|11:14 pm] |
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sometimes it's easier to imagine ending my life than learning how to change. |
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[Jan. 24th, 2006|10:43 am] |
i wanna move into a ramshackle hut in Topo in the thick of the jungle. i'll contract malaria and propel caterpillars with my foot and strike fire with two sharp stones and eat nothing but canned cassoulet and overripe papayas, that is, when i'm not lying in bed for weeks, shivering with fever and delerium. it ought to be more constructive than whatever it is i'm doing here.
anyone want to come with? it'll be fun. |
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