portraitinflesh

Come chew the fat with the king of rock and roll


I would go on a date with Elvis, at this very moment.
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I have been spending my days and nights at war with this machine.

I was convinced for a week that it hated me and was trying to kill me.
Then I realized I need to stop smoking rocks and maybe things wont be so scary.
Now I am the master of Final Cut Pro, so I can start editing and distributing pornography at my leisure.
Texas Style!


I learned that one should never drink a glass of this shit

and then go to a drag show.
I almost fell asleep on top of a man that looked vaguely like
GG Allin, but not as sexy.

(someone should really buy me this painting, its oil on cavas, it should hang in the Louvre, with the Botticeli.)
Then I danced with a bunch of girls, like an asshole.
*I do not dance like an asshole, because I got MOVES!
I dance like I am up front on Soul Train.
Right next to Don Cornelius
I am an asshole for semi hitting on these girls.
Fucking berry flavoured paint thinner!

I am going to be so busy the next few weeks, filming and writing. I was forced to write a poem about Elvis today, maybe I will share it with you all later, when its share time.
And we can all give each other warm fuzzies.

*At this point I would like to give a shout out to Bobby Peru, without his pervy molester like hotness I would not have had the drive to write this..


And last but never least I leave you with a picture of my man-friend, or as 1clementine would say, my jawn! The Moz
Looking at porno videos.

He manages to look bored and depressed even while looking at pron.
That is why I lurve him