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Love is a Gypsy's Child
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He had plenty of ghost stories. Oh more than he could remember. Well when you travel in those places, with those crowds, you are going to run into some stuff. Just getting around is enough. People lived--and people died--in all different kinds of places.
Sat, November 21, 2009 - 2:44 PM
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As if it wasn't enough to be mostly homeless your whole life--to be on the streets from the time you were a boy--in New York City, no less. Half the time when you did find a place to stay if it wasn't burned out it was inhabited by troubled spirits. And they did scary shit, too--lit fires and shit like that. They were as bad as crackheads. Why, when he lived at the Greenpoint Hotel in Williamsburg that time, when the only room left was in the turret, he had to wrestle that ghost for the bed every night. What else could he do? He had already paid for the room. But once in awhile they saved your skin, too. Like that time in the south--Alabama or was it Georgia? Somewhere... That guy had picked him up to work on a crew. It was a pretty easy job, too--some small-scale farm construction and general maintenance--at least it wasn't field work, or busting-up concrete with nothing but a pick-axe, like he used to do for the mafiosos in New York. But there was something weird about the place. He noticed they kept keeping people away from this one area near where they were digging and raking and cleaning up. And they fed them these fat meals--but they were funny about it. He wouldn't eat it--he got by with mostly nothing. They kept putting off paying--but they bunked them and fed them fat and the work wasn't too hard. Then one day when he was working, he saw an apparition. He thought it was just another worker at first, but when he asked another guy about it, the other guy couldn't see him. So this apparition pointed to the ground near the area they kept keeping people away from. No one was around that day, so he kind of worked his way over there, and dug around a little with his rake, and there, shining white in the dark soil, lay a human shin-bone. He covered it up and moved back over closer to the rest of the crew. Someone else had picked up on the vibe. "There's something funny going on here," he said. El Guitarrista agreed. "What do you say we take off?" They both knew they wouldn't get paid either way, and figured it was better than getting killed and served as dinner to the next crew. They left an anonymous tip when they were a good day's distance away. And then there was Jesús. When Jesús was killed, a cyclone apparition tore through El Guitarrista's apartment on Staten Island, knocking things over and creating general havoc. His murder had been brutal, an execution on his front steps. Jesús had been a big man--as big and white as El Guitarrista was small and dark--with red hair and green eyes--and unafraid. El Guitarrista always told him that he should be more afraid--that he should stay away from that neighborhood, and quit acting like such a bad-ass. He was bad, but the other guy might have a gun or a knife and no heart. And that's just how it went down, too. That cuban knew what he was doing. He stabbed Jesús in such a way as to ensure both death, and the most agonizing pain possible. It took Jesús several minutes to die as he tore around the yard in frantic agony while his neighbors and loved ones looked on in horror. After that Jesús barely left him alone. It was crazy, and heartbreaking. He wouldn't let him sleep. With time his spirit calmed, but it wasn't until El Guitarrista played for him at his memorial a year later that he finally said Goodbye--his apparition reflecting back to El Guitarrista off the rear passenger window of his cousin's Escalade, smiling, and at peace.
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yo quero tu carrocería (the cast)June 12, 2009
The fact that she came back - if I'm not mistaken - is the sign that the End of the World is Nigh, so, on the one hand I'm all worshipful and elated to see her, and on the other hand, crap; I guess it's time to sharpen the speartips and start making arrows and axe-heads.
January 12, 2006
if i was a lesbian i would TOTALLY be all "back off bitches, trixie's MY sugarmama!!!"
oh hell, what am i saying? i'm like that already. i lurv you, trix! *mmmmmmmuah!* September 1, 2005
not just queen of the rimshot, she's the "lara croft of the anal cavity".
grab some ankle and prepare to be spelunked, you rotten posers... August 25, 2005
It's true, the grass is always greener on the other side of Trixie's ass...
June 11, 2005
"Fuck, I burned my snatch!"
Somehow hearing this sentence on television last night made me think of Trixie. Why? Who the hell knows, but I'm guessing it's because if it wasn't for her I wouldn't have been watching the show in the first place. Anyone who turns me on to a show with an exclamation such as this is certainly my kinda gal! July 17, 2004
So I had just hoofed it halfway across the Yoonited States in the longest and most terrifying car ride I have ever had. I was living in Los Angeles (still am!) and not only knew very few people, but was working long hours in order to avoid meeting anyone (I kid. I worked long hours in order to be able to afford not to meet anyone!).
In any case, I had been here on the left coast for a week and a half when I scooted up to SF to meet Trixie before going to a wedding. We dined at a fabulous place, complete with crazin' Asian waiter reccomending against anything we ordered. But we had a wonderful time. And Trixie amazed me with both her patience (because I talk too much, as you can see, although this is typing, but you gte the idea) and interesting stories about everything. She welcomed my friends to the table and made seriously positive impressions on them, as well as on me. Trix gives good advice, witty comments, strong support, and warm memories. Long may she run. June 15, 2004
Shut the door!
May 18, 2004
When I grow up, I wanna be just like Trixie.
May 5, 2004
Trixie *is* virtual chocolate. She melts in your mouth, not in your hand!
What a fun, funny, lovely, charming and smutty chick our Trixie is! a treasure trove of delights, the kind you never tire of, the kind that cheers you up when you're blue. or gray. or yellow. AND she's the most under-hyped tribe celebrity going. so sh! don't tell, let's keep her to ourselves! March 5, 2004
I have recently recieve permission and permits to have Trixie diced, dehydrated, and sold as jerky. The product will be called Bitchin' Bits.
January 30, 2004
there was an old avatar from beijing,
inneuendo and wisecracks he'd sing, once sucking a consequence, he spit out the schwanz-equence, and had to have his teeth rebuilt wit da bling. to think i ever hesitated to post "well, i don't know enough about your vagina, either." don't think for a minute that she's not posting circles around you. -speed jones. January 28, 2004
Knowing puff..:: puff..:: is like having one-way ticket into a warm coma.
January 17, 2004
Mi amor, yo quero tu carrocería. Tu hablas espanol muy bonita. Hable a mi.
December 5, 2003
you look too sexy when you're smoking :)
November 7, 2003
Miss Trixie and I were in a chain gang together in Alabama. Her singing of chain gang songs was so magnificent that they made her head of our gang. She led the gang until she unfortunately discovered punk rock. I remember when she made us break the rocks to the Bad Brains' "Pay to Cum." This caused the pace of our rock breaking to increase to crazy speeds. Finally, convicted serial killer T. Ennis Hamspring (who was in our gang) got furious during her rendition of the Dead Kennedys song "Life Sentence," which he did not find amusing. He whacked her in the head with his hammer and strangled her with his chain.
Imagine my surprise when I found out she lived and contacted me on the interweb. Jesus is good.
Innuendo and Wisecracks
Re: New Moon
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
I'm actually just being flip. I'm not sure where I come out on the whole vampire thing. The metaphor is rich.
The addiction metaphor is not original. Annabella Sciorra and Lili Taylor in Addiction: www.youtube.com/watch read more discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 3:39 PM
Re: New Moon
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
I know right? They are just like any other addict. As long as we're fixated on them, we don't have to be responsible for, or accountable to, ourselves. Therein lies their beauty.
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 3:14 PM
Re: Being facetious
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
was a bitch...
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 3:12 PM
Re: Libel
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
Snert, look that guy up. Tell him you have a couple of live ones for him...
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 3:07 PM
Re: Libel
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
>>"FUCK YOU" tattooed on the edge of his right hand, the part showing when you salute. <<
ah-hahahahahahahahaha-!! he's probably secret service now discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 11:10 AM
Re: Libel
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
chop off the offending limb
discussion post on Sat, November 21, 2009 - 8:53 AM
Re: otis will give me an invoice for christmas!
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
that's what makes them so great
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 7:20 PM
Re: Dinner
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
salami jackcheese(pepper) spinach sandwich with blue corn chips. I am out of 15 calorie minute maid lemonade though. crap!! It goes good with that.
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 6:25 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
city poor for me: GA, food pantries, food kitchens, POSSIBLE jobs, at least.
also: concerts in parks, garbage to scavenge, shit like that... discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 5:31 PM
Re: the killer
(in Bad Advice ON Any Subject)
>>if i am around when he brings in a small animal, we discuss his hunting technique together...<<
shew. I should have known better. Why, just look at you. discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 4:58 PM
Re: the killer
(in Bad Advice ON Any Subject)
OT-GOOD ADVICE: Be sure to praise him and not scold him. It messes with a cat's head. There is no greater feat for a cat, so to be scolded for hunting messes with their heads--bear bear is bringing the prize to you (maybe you're supposed to fea...
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discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 4:25 PM
Re: otis will give me an invoice for christmas!
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
okay. I did not need to know that about you, Shannon.
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 4:10 PM
Re: otis will give me an invoice for christmas!
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
paint it in blood and roll it in flies. know'm sayin'? won't be long now...
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 3:44 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
oh YouTube, you know. I didn't post here because like I said... deep hole...
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 1:02 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
agh. I just got sucked into Marianne Faithfull and some Irish Ballads.
*sobs* discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 1:02 PM
Re: discussion post on $!@#$!
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
More drunkard than doofus, PatFireCat.
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 1:00 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
What country you in Loki? I can't get that one in my country evidently.
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:31 PM
Re: The Illusatrated Man
(in Find the Others...)
dude...
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:21 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
I don't know why I'm participating in this. It's a deep hole, rootsy tearjerkers....
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:20 PM
Re: Austin City Limits
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
www.youtube.com/watch discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:19 PM
Re: The Illusatrated Man
(in Find the Others...)
a scrolling "FEED ME" on my face
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:11 PM
Re: The Illusatrated Man
(in Find the Others...)
hmm. three thoughts:
cool why did they use a woman with the eyes of a cold blooded killer for their video? just what I need: more weird crap on my skin discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 12:06 PM
Re: I don't know why
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
"The boys say when is he going to give us some room
the girls say god I hope he comes back soon." discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 11:58 AM
Re: WhoooooHooooooHooooooo
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
the vodka I get, but why the downy?
discussion post on Fri, November 20, 2009 - 5:45 AM
Re: discussion post on $posting.title (in $posting.tribeName)
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
oh PatFireCat link us to your underappreciated post. I love to kiss your bud.
now quit smoking crack!! discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 7:46 PM
Re: WhoooooHooooooHooooooo
(in ask aunt bea if she cares)
no shit? that's so cool...
discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 6:21 PM
Re: otis will give me an invoice for christmas!
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
tube tops are perfect for everyone!
discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 1:13 PM
Re: Sons of Anarchy
(in Rehearsals for Extinct Anomalies)
yeah so much for my objective resolve
discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 12:50 PM
Re: otis will give me an invoice for christmas!
(in Aunt Bea's Joyus Bullshit)
these are all great gift ideas
discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 12:22 PM
Re: Sons of Anarchy
(in Rehearsals for Extinct Anomalies)
last week's episode blew my mind. Katy Sagal OWNED that scene, although the Jax actor really freaking emoted throughout the episode.
And I was all like "oh shit *I* ain't going to cry at Sons of Anarchy... " ha-! discussion post on Thu, November 19, 2009 - 12:18 PM
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