THE HOUSE ON CANYON LAKES

moving moaning boxes from one floor to the other
who do you blame for making me a pervert first?
was it when my father shouted, "get me to the whore on time!"

the scars of long island, the peach forest.

MY NEW DIGITS (FOR ZEICHMAN) BY FCJ & ENB

white funk
in its purest form
will you let me jingle
the bells
on your
doctor
cape
wither blister burn and peel

"PEENUTS PANELS" BY BROOKE

forest van gogh, originally uploaded by The Revamp Tramp.

SACRE COEUR

Unlike my own teenage years in every possible way, they tossed Heineken bottles down the hill in front of la basilique, lit joint after sidewinding joint, played the same four chords all night all night, and gave no shits. Before this, there was a wildness in pissing off a cliff hundreds of feet above the Mediterranean.

SHE WAS A PARTY DOG

Licking her lips at every Burberry-wearing European honeyboy that passed her outside the bar, she thanked heaven she skirted a drunk driving charge and came to Holland. It meant knocking over an athletic shoe emporium and losing her sister's baby for a couple hours, but she thought she might crack the fashion world by knitting hats out of shoelaces. So far, the best thing to happen since her arrival was being told by a cop that she "has a nice scent." She remembered a high school graduation openhouse in which a friend drunk on whiskey & V8 bent her arm the wrong way over his knee. Pausing mid-bend he said, "It smells like hot dogs -- big time!" It was no surprise to hear that he became a cop after high school. Or was it that he got arrested? Either way, now she had a mighty hankering for some hot lil' smokies.