Back Seat Beat

DATE: Oct 14, 2005   PHOTOGRAPHER: KatsKratch

AUTOPSY SAYS: “
I'm itchy for some havoc in ma fu-manchu mo...
I was taking a walk one day when I spotted a cute -arsed yellow car ripe for the break and entering.
Ripping out my clawed silver I "made like home" in it's seats. After fucking the sexiest sunglasses on the planet with my face I went 'lucky-dipping' in the glove box and to my SUCKprise there in it's dark lies a copy of 'Killer Women' and a dirty, great, big, ole GLOBAL knife... mmmmmmmm... I'm reminded of the words of Diamanda Galas: "Wild women with veins slashed and wombs spread,
singing songs of the death instinct
in voices yet unheard,
praising nothing but the promise of Death on earth, laughing seas of grinning red, red eyes, all washed ashore and devoured
by hard and unseeing spiders."
['WILD WOMEN WITH STEAKNIVES', THE SHIT OF GOD, Diamanda Galas...]

Without further a disruption, I take to the back seat for some 'Back Seat Beat' with my regal CUNT...

- This one goes out to Aileen Wuornos and ALL the women whose torture has become public feeding-”