He was speeding and he crashed and the bone of his middle finger ripped through the skin.
He was bleeding and he smashed the dream of ever being repaired because people deserve to see what he survived.
We are blinded by recognition
We are suffocated by blinking eyes.
We are taunted by the pretend award,
We are criticized for not being good enough
When all we wanted was to be who we are.
Better kick, better scream, better get that dirt off,
So many people try to bury you before you die.

This world,
This world
It can’t go to Hell.

It is Hell.

She looks at her bruise.
Guess she's just amused
Thats what happens when she gets used to abuse
Like when she was in seventh grade
Taking that position during a tornado drill
On a clear, sunny day.

UPDATE!: big shocker - i'm hungover. last night i made out with someone...i hope she liked it. i get aggressively gay when i'm drunk. ahahaha. saw funeral crashers at lucky 13 saloon, it was awesome.
that bar has a slammin' balls jukebox, btw, and i almost got judas priest lyrics inked on me, woulda been 'livin' after midnight, rockin' to the dawn, lovin' till the morning, then i'm gone.
ahaha. but i guess i came to my senses.......or did i???????????????
guess you'll find out when you see the new set. haha.

I will be reading and signing books on July 26th at Think Coffee in Soho, NYC.
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on Wednesday July 26th. Reading begins at 8:00. There
is a $3.00 cover but those who attend the reading will
receive 20% off of coffee/cafe drinks.))))))))))))))))))))))))

Sherry Wood is a writer from North Carolina. She moved
to New York three years ago to find an agent. Her
first publication was a monthly column, Undecided
Virgin Times, for Qbliss. Qbliss is a nonprofit online
magazine for the gay, lesbian, bisexual and
transgender community.
Sherry openly discussed her experiences living on the
streets during 1996 in
Chicago, and her emotional relationship with a street
hustler. Those same experiences are now shared more
extensively in her recently published novel, Everyone
Is Chuckers. Following her column, she wrote a short
story, My Fake Messed Up John Cusack
Interview,published in the literary magazine for
women, Betty Magazine. She also interviewed once
believed street hustler, JT LeRoy, for a Bronx
periodical, Dialect.

Of course if you can't make the reading, you can buy your copy here!!

I'm reading "Cover The Butter" by Carrie Kabak. It is incredible. I highly recommend it. the author is british. well that just makes sense. seems everything i like these days, music or books, are created by brits. i wasn't meant to be american!! it was a big accident.

me and my wifey are gonna own this man soon, and his BIG SNAKE.




in other news, i promise new pics are coming soon.
now everyone do what i say and have an awesome weekend. drink one for me.

UPDATE - the talking car on Knight Rider is SEXY. so does anyone know if kitt's a stick shift? anyway, i'm watching that show right now and drinking mimosas. life is grand. mmmmmmmm.

I don’t think it’s possible to be much happier. I had an awesome weekend, its not over, even though I have to work tomorrow but I owe someone a favor so what can ya do? I had an amazing shoot yesterday with a photographer that recently moved here. I feel very lucky to be subjected to his brilliant eye. He sees beyond silly poses and props. In between shoots I’d be doing something, like changing a record, and he’d still be shooting me, or he’d ask me to do something I did during a break. He sees art in everything, when a person lets their guard down, during priceless vulnerable moments when someone thinks no one is paying attention……i drank jack daniels and listened to johnny cash while we shot, it was a great time…….there will be a link to the pictures soon on his website, and we’ll be shooting an SG set very soon, I have some very cool ideas in my twisted little head for a set……….. here, check out his stuff, when you go to this link, make sure you especially check out the documentary singles he did
my new novel is going very well. I have a reading coming up too, on the 26th of July. I’ll get on my own life and find out where it is soon and let you guys know, please come out if you can!! I know for sure it’ll be in Manhattan, I think Soho.


support my alcoholism!!!

and if you haven't seen this movie get your ass to the theatre right now, punk.


happy 4th of july ya'll

UPDATE AGAIN - yeah, for those who inquired my head's better. that was funny. and it was all for a good cause. so has anyone seen "wassup rockers?" i really wanna drag my lazy hobbit ass out to the theatre to see it but it seems to be always raining, o, i dunno, i'm addicted to the comforts of my home lately. oh, man, i'm finally gonna get to meet bret easton ellis come october. lord, keep me from jumping over his desk and humping his leg or something crazy like that. hahaha. anyway, that's wassup, rockers. and oh yeah, i think i feel like shooting a set tonight.......

UPDATE!! Dude, I just did myself hardcore and came so hard I knocked myself out, banged my head against the wall. You should see the bruise!! Ahahaha.

Pet Cemetery 2 is quite depressing. But the soundtrack is awesome. Ya feel me? How many out there feel me?
I had a little chat with James Iha the other night. He was at Lit, at the Funeral Crashers show, who were awesome by the way. Also keep an ear out for a band called Blacklist. Anyway, James told me it doesn’t look like Smashing Pumpkins are getting back together. Then he goes, “And if they do I don’t want anything to do with it.”
That guy hasn’t aged at all since ’94, I swear. And he was wearing a white and red striped shirt and eyeliner. I wanted to dance but I was drunk and I was afraid I’d bust my ass and James Iha would see me. Ahahaha.
Someone tell me why I still write these things. Wait, I know, because you care, because you've been watching the latest journal entries pink square just waiting, waiting for Jordan's name to appear. Well now you can all dry your eyes, there, pups. Dry your sweet little eyes.
I need more wine.
The Diary of Hot and Cold is coming along quite well, so is the novel I'm working on, for now called You Don't Want To Know Where These Hands Have Been.
me and my wonderful man are going on vacation soon!!

beware of concrete pumps without boom



PEACE!!

dear blog, 2006,
i am well, very well. i am, however, on the verge of checking myself into the hopsital for an evaluation because i took the plunge and joined myspace........
i guess i did it to expose my book and make more sales online. i'm about to get my first royalty check, which is awesome. hey, do you think i should buy a new Bentley or invest in a house in the Hamptons with my amazingly ass slapping big check? ahaha. hey, guess what? i'm drunk.
so here's the thing i found out about myspace. there are more people on myspace than there are in the world. yup. some of those people on there are not real. i think they're made up by the government or aliens or whatever i dunno. but there are a lot of motherfuggun people on there, fisherprice androids. i duuno.
also, today a fan asked me if i was really raped by a dog when i was nine. he's reading my book. he shouted this question to me in a crowded cafe and sometimes when girls can't run and hide they just laugh, and not out of normal happiness, no, not that, i laughed, because i didn't know what else to do. then he said, 'cos i was, and i was hoping we could bond over our experiences.'
bond, over dog rape, at eight in the morning, have you.
i've never.
i wrote a screenplay in 5 days. i love it. it came out of me in thrust glory fire. The Diary of Hot and Cold. that explains it all
i just snorted seabreeze facial foam by accident and my nose is burning. gotta go. watch out for those androids.
time to pass the fuck out.



dog what?

So, I just got back from a pleasant morning at my coffee shop. Someone told me I reminded them of Marilyn Monroe. I jokingly said, ‘You remind me of someone drunk.’ I mean, I don’t have that much boom, but it was still sweet to say. Maybe I’ll start wearing more white dresses, convince people I’m still a virgin. AHAHA. Yeah, right.
And yes, the wind does continue to blow my dress up and I do my best to keep it down………so I love Lindsay Lohan. She is really up on her Pete Doherty, man, and that’s pleasantly surprising. Read the new Bazaar, not the nakey, nakey porn one, but the other one……….
So I am pumped. I’m working on a new screenplay, The Diary of Hot and Cold, about modern day prostitution, among other things, in New York. And Gus Van Sant is the guest judge in this year’s Zoetrope contest. I’m working my ass off to save money to enter every singly screenplay contest on the planet. Wish me luck.
How was everyone’s weekend? Mine was fabulously delicious. My man bought me amazing shoes from the new Miss Sixty collection.
our kitty digs 'em too.
So Thursday night there will be a hellagood show at Lit!! Come the fuck out.
I swear, swear I'm shooting a new set VERY soon. I promsie it will be well worth the wait. I'm just trying to decide between photographers. I've had a lot interested, and i'm about to pick one.........its hot. get out and fry your face off.



i know which ass kickin' hot sauce I am, now which one are you?




you need this. you need it bad.
to quote sabastian bach, 'yo, that gets me off, man.'

oooooooooh, naughty naughty. i feel good. no guy goes down better than mr. jack daniels. hahaha.

see, drunk is fun and entertaining.

mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm. i just wanna say to ya'll if i'm not commenting on you guys's journals its cuz i'm lazy and impatient. and like i said drunk. can't figure out the bookmarks deal.

thursday night will be a good time. if you have my number and you are lucky enuff to live in new york city, call me up. there'll be a reading from yours truly, and free shots of some of the best hard stuff by one of the most adorable bartenders in the city.

and if you don't know, now you know.

"He tried to stand up; concerned with why he was becoming so lightheaded then he fell over, dead weight, onto the floor. He missed hitting his head on the coffee table by a few inches. I kneeled down next to him, dying to take my cock out. I licked my lips. Anxiety filled my blood. I had all night; I reminded myself, don't ruin this decadent opportunity with impatience." - Everyone Is Chuckers.

UPDATE - if you want to be my friend you must do something other than put in a friend request, like send me pictures of your temple of Jordan Suicide worship, and show me pictures of your bloody knees from being on them all day long praying to meet me, show me love, don't be so lazy, geeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeezuz.

Guys and Dolls, top of the 666 to ya’ll. Hope you have something appropriate planned.
we're goin' to see this:

all i know is if i have a son he better be that mysterious and handsome. hahaha.

so i wasn't gonna update. it's true, i do say the same thing over and over, "i love pete doherty, now buy my book." the thing is i don't love pete doherty. i know what you guys mean, he's a junkie, he just doesn't give a shit, as he said, 'me and the future just don't get on.' no, i don't love pete d. I FUCKING REALLY FUCKING MADLY LOVE HIM. over here in america rock and roll has become really boring, juvenile without the teenage rebellion. ya gotta understand. heroes are not saints. ya gotta understand.


sooooooo. i'm busy promoting Everyone Is Chuckers and working on a new book on my brand new laptop which i adore.
just wanna say thanks to ya'll who are reading my book and letting me know how you feel.

and now its time for me to list my top five fave SG members because i feel we should have a spot for them like we do for our fave SGs. here't goes.

treason
hellblazer
mellisa
bound
LittleRedWriter

you folks rock.

oh i almost forgot. went down south for a bit. it was strange. i realized when i leave NY i leave everything. if i ever go back down south it will be to put my divorce from my parents in legal writing. that's it. okay, i admit it was nice seeing friends. visiting the cafe where i wrote so much. yeah, i left a piece of me back there. MY SANTINO THONG. i want it back but oh well. that garment was meant to come off. just not that far off.................

NY, I LOVE YOU.

and these guys did an awesome job of showing those little southern indie bands what rock's all about.

and oh its so sad. did you guys see the sopranos?? i mean the last episode it was awesome but thats it until next year, my sundays are now godless. blank. vacant. just a bucket of tears. but AJ got some. haha. aj, you're a bottom, it would never work out between us, awwwwwwwe.

bye for now, big papa.

((((((((((((Some assholes deserve a straight kick right in the balls. Hahaha, so last night I gave this dude’s nads an old school powwow with my platform wooden shoe. It was awesome. This guy has been poppin up in bars and bothering me for some time. First off he doesn’t know how to dress. Just fuggun stop with the hot topic fishnet armwear already. And his skin would make better leather, Ed Gein style. Anyway, I was sitting on the couch at Trash and feelin sleepy but I wanted to go out and see my man’s band, funeral crashers play. This walking hot topic fest is always at the shows too. I saw him lurking in the corner, watching me. I tried to send him a telepathic warning I guess he didn’t receive. He came over and sat right next to me, so our legs were touching, oh, vomit. Then he asked me why I didn’t look like I was having a good time, why wasn’t I dancing. Then he started rubbing my arm, spreading his ugly germs. Oh jesus. I threw my hands up and moved over to let him know that shit wasn’t gonna fly. Then he said, “So are you in a band?” this is the usual pickup line in hipster land. I’m so sick of being asked that. So I told him I was a writer. I dunno why, like this fool reads anything other than timeout and village voice to circle all the stalker clubs. He said “do you have a blog?” for motherfuggun god tears, do I have a fuggun blog? My space slut. I said ‘no, I’m published.’ Then he asked, “is it fiction?” how lame. How predictable. Then he touched me AGAIN. After I told him not to. I knew I was sleepy and drunk so I told myself not to freak out but when it happened for the third time I stood up and almost grabbed a beer bottle to throw at him but he leaped up and went over to his little group of friends and I went outside for some fresh air where there was yet another stalker in the making awaiting, some bloated worm lookin’ fella and he said, “Awe you look sad.” I said I was fine just tired. He stared at me before walking away like he wanted some kind of going away party. That was it, I had to hurt someone. I went back in the bar and saw hot topic slut bending over talking to another girl and I kicked him right between the legs. The look on his face was priceless and I have it as a gift in my head now whenever I feel down, I’ll just picture his face at that very second and feel so happy. I could have totally kept up and beat him into someone cool maybe, but I decided it was time to go home***************

In other news I just shaved my catp’n crunch. Fun, fun.
Okay, I have to get to packing. it was a fun day of buying beach stuff, this trip should be awesome. Goin down south to get dirty wasted sunburned see some cool rock bands and play some air hockey. I get on the table. I get violent.

And if you haven’t checked out Babyshambles, do yourself a favor and do it because Pete Doherty is one of the few exciting dangerous rock stars with his balls still in tact.

Mmmmmmm, balls. and apparently he likes to be beat up. Cos he let kate moss kick his ass and that’s hot. Man I wanna beat someone else up. Any willing volunteers??

I'm about to start reading "The Mole People," about life underground in the tunnels. lookin forward to it. Everyone have a splendid memorial day weekend!!!!!!!!!!! and if you haven't done so yet buy my book, i'll be doing readings and promotion stuff when i get back to new york. i'm also working on a new novel, titled "Hear The Siren," (yes, it's from an Offspring song from 1994) which should be out next october..........
have a safe and awesome memorial day weekend. )))))))))))))))))))))))))

hahaha. i love pisceans. we're so crazy.
i'm so bored. not really. i'm just bored with people in general. peeeeeeeeeeeeeeepul. are boring. i got up extremely early this morning and wrote a really awesome short story called The Contest. this will be read in magazines soon. i know it.
i missed Mr. Whipple's party last night because by the time i got my agent's memo i was too drunk to get off the couch but my social butterfly wings had been snipped off by the disappointing general public anyway. big shocker there.
i have nothing more to say.
the bottom stuff is old shit.
now buy this.


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The weather’s joking fools today, every time I look out the window the sky is either a dusty yellow or choked with the thickest ominous thunder clouds, I love it. Went to a party the other night and got called antisocial. I was like ‘trust me; you don’t want me to talk to these people.’
If I did I’d say stuff like, ‘if you’re a fashion designer then why are you dressed like you can’t decide if you’re going to a gym or a disco.’
And I couldn’t deal with the hipsters handing out passive stares. And it was in the old building where I used to live and when me and my man left we went down the wrong stairwell and the lights were burned out and the bottom door was locked so after walking down three dark flights I knew we’d have to walk back up and I had a panic attack which led to me remembering
something else fucked up about my childhood which has inspired a new novel so yeah, I’m glad I went. and for those who emailed me asking, yes, i really do love pete doherty.