Hi hookers. Here's my hot list for today Oct. 14th. 2007. my little injection of pop culture. first off. AUDREY. i met audrey/twigg a while back and thought she was fabulous..but i didnt realize how fabulous she was til i got over here on buzznet.com and saw all her photos.. it
Next.. TILA! for breaking the rules and breaking hearts and breaking ratings records. FUCK YEAH.... there's alot more to that girl than meets the eye.. not that our eyes are complaining.... I hope she releases her song 'paralyze' that she wrote herself soon... it yummy pop goodness...
Hayley Williams of Paramore How cute is this girl! I love her hair! its like flames sprouting out of her head. The music sounds like fallout boy with a girl singer but she's so adorable that im mesmerized. ROCK ON!
boooo on Jeffree Star. he's the "rotter" for today.. why does he have to talk shit about EVERYONE all of the time... I used to think he was nice..but it seems he has run out of ideas and must shit talk everyone else to try to get attention.. sad. be a nice boy jeffree and stop ripping everyone down. i know you are better than that!
KENNA!! im glad to see kenna getting more attention now! he's amazing. I was tempted to try to play keyboards for him but I must STAY FOCUSED! he's fabulous though. YAY KENNA!
www.myspace.com/kenna PJ HARVEY "white chalk" i was at sirius radio in new york earlier this week and through a glass wall i saw pj harvey playing the piano and nearly had a heart attack!! she says she had never played the piano before so she decided to make a piano record... :)
finally.. i was talking to someone alot this week discussing one of my favorite poets...and her bloodjet ink.. here's one of my favorites.. SYLVIA PLATH
Daddy Daddy You do not do, you do not do Any more, black shoe In which I have lived like a foot For thirty years, poor and white, Barely daring to breathe or Achoo. Daddy, I have had to kill you. You died before I had time--- Marble-heavy, a bag full of God, Ghastly statue with one gray toe Big as a Frisco seal And a head in the freakish Atlantic Where it pours bean green over blue In the waters off the beautiful Nauset. I used to pray to recover you. Ach, du. In the German tongue, in the Polish town Scraped flat by the roller Of wars, wars, wars. But the name of the town is common. My Polack friend Says there are a dozen or two. So I never could tell where you Put your foot, your root, I never could talk to you. The tongue stuck in my jaw. It stuck in a barb wire snare. Ich, ich, ich, ich, I could hardly speak. I thought every German was you. And the language obscene An engine, an engine, Chuffing me off like a Jew. A Jew to Dachau, Auschwitz, Belsen. I began to talk like a Jew. I think I may well be a Jew. The snows of the Tyrol, the clear beer of Vienna Are not very pure or true. With my gypsy ancestress and my weird luck And my Taroc pack and my Taroc pack I may be a bit of a Jew. I have always been sacred of you, With your Luftwaffe, your gobbledygoo. And your neat mustache And your Aryan eye, bright blue. Panzer-man, panzer-man, O You---- Not God but a swastika So black no sky could squeak through. Every woman adores a Fascist, The boot in the face, the brute Brute heart of a brute like you. You stand at the blackboard, daddy, In the picture I have of you, A cleft in your chin instead of your foot But no less a devil for that, no not Any less the black man who Bit my pretty red heart in two. I was ten when they buried you. At twenty I tried to die And get back, back, back to you. I thought even the bones would do. But they pulled me out of the sack, And they stuck me together with glue. And then I knew what to do. I made a model of you, A man in black with a Meinkampf look And a love of the rack and the screw. And I said I do, I do. So daddy, I'm finally through. The black telephone's off at the root, The voices just can't worm through. If I've killed one man, I've killed two--- The vampire who said he was you And drank my blood for a year, Seven years, if you want to know. Daddy, you can lie back now. There's a stake in your fat black heart And the villagers never liked you. They are dancing and stamping on you. They always knew it was you. Daddy, daddy, you bastard, I'm through.
