CAN YOU BELIEVE IT?!?!?
IMPBOY HAS CHANGED HIS JOURNAL ENTRY!
AND HE'S TYPING IN ALL CAPS NOW!!!
AHHHHH!!!
(well, just for the time being, but i figured I'd get your attention in the meantime.)
so anyway, i've been spending a lot of time away, as you know from the last post, from SG for obvious reasons. and let me tell you , i've barely gotten work done on the bedtime story, but rest assured, the pages i've made for it are really lovely, and if we're all lucky, burning man participants will be able to read it under the vault of heaven by the end of next month.
in the meantime, i have just interviewed david icke yesterday for bpm culture magazine. considering my taste for crackpot culture and radical politics, he certainly hit the sweet spot for me, and it's a welcome break from talking to djs about beat-matching between kompact and ellen allien vinyl sidings.
i'll be working on that this week alongside two monologues for a friend. she's a desert raver who's my age who's finally getting serious about acting here in this city. she's done okay with it, been in some commercials as well as the celebrated ramayana2k4 project here. and she wants me to write some stuff for her to put on her reel to show off her range. here's what i'm working on:
-a prayer and confession to the sky from a female member of one of america's oldest surviving polygamist communities in colorado city, az. they're mormons and they live in an extraordinarly isolated desert area flush to the state's border with utah. the women wear floral skirts and are taught to speak little. i feel that a woman from this community, who's usually married at a VERY young age and shares a household with at least 50 or 60 members, may have to say about love.
-a suburban housewife of dubious psychological balance seeking sexual healing and body lice from america's number one administrator of passive-agressive tuff luvvin', texas-style, dr. phil.
comedy and drama. when you're going for the big time, you need to show the casting directors here that you're a little bit country and a little bit rock and rooooooolll, you see.
the new freq nasty lp rocks, btw. i hope i see him throw down with space cowboys on the playa this year, as he has in the past.
IMPBOY HAS CHANGED HIS JOURNAL ENTRY!
AND HE'S TYPING IN ALL CAPS NOW!!!
AHHHHH!!!
(well, just for the time being, but i figured I'd get your attention in the meantime.)
so anyway, i've been spending a lot of time away, as you know from the last post, from SG for obvious reasons. and let me tell you , i've barely gotten work done on the bedtime story, but rest assured, the pages i've made for it are really lovely, and if we're all lucky, burning man participants will be able to read it under the vault of heaven by the end of next month.
in the meantime, i have just interviewed david icke yesterday for bpm culture magazine. considering my taste for crackpot culture and radical politics, he certainly hit the sweet spot for me, and it's a welcome break from talking to djs about beat-matching between kompact and ellen allien vinyl sidings.
i'll be working on that this week alongside two monologues for a friend. she's a desert raver who's my age who's finally getting serious about acting here in this city. she's done okay with it, been in some commercials as well as the celebrated ramayana2k4 project here. and she wants me to write some stuff for her to put on her reel to show off her range. here's what i'm working on:
-a prayer and confession to the sky from a female member of one of america's oldest surviving polygamist communities in colorado city, az. they're mormons and they live in an extraordinarly isolated desert area flush to the state's border with utah. the women wear floral skirts and are taught to speak little. i feel that a woman from this community, who's usually married at a VERY young age and shares a household with at least 50 or 60 members, may have to say about love.
-a suburban housewife of dubious psychological balance seeking sexual healing and body lice from america's number one administrator of passive-agressive tuff luvvin', texas-style, dr. phil.
comedy and drama. when you're going for the big time, you need to show the casting directors here that you're a little bit country and a little bit rock and rooooooolll, you see.
the new freq nasty lp rocks, btw. i hope i see him throw down with space cowboys on the playa this year, as he has in the past.
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I met him!
He talked to me!
He knew how to spell my name, ok?
I'm glad that I am part of your SG enjoyment.
The polygamist women wear long dresses OVER pants cause that way there is absolutely no opportunity for immodesty. A couple of girls I knew in high school went polyg.