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Nov 04
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ii. more video that i am in. less art fag, more snausage party. boston comedy comes alive! welcome to mehran’s pantsless party. mr. kevin and the rear admiral literally couldn’t keep it in their trousers by the last scene. i am reprising my silent starlet sycophant hanger-on role, last seen in episode X (http://sn.im/desssp) of Rob “Roadsteamer” Potylo’s web comedy Quiet Desperation. (http://www.quietd.com) i squeal, knee a cowboy in the balls, and am…ahem. inappro’ in general. i hope you guys like the fun/ny. the debauch, it is a hard job. but someone’s got to do it.

and obvi, everyone swoon over my Brandeis classmate & poetry workshop vet Josh Gondelman’s amazing Yid slam verse stylings. Jew U breeds such talent.

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i. video i am in the first (that i share ce soir). a project titled (i kid you not) “Lock and Key.” so meant to be. tis Chelsea Spear’s adorable digital equiv’ of 16mm documentary on journal keeping. yours truly, ocd self-archivist purse journal hoarder and muppet-voiced poster-child for analysis talks your ear off near (and at) the end. hoozah! what a pleasure to be interviewed on one of the biggest parts of my life i really don’t talk that much about (at large) or more than in cryptic passing. passages.

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Nov 01
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my contribution to the #fallback trend. have some Billy Shakeshaft and ‘96 Baz Luhrmann tragi-romance. as this is what keeps popping into my mind when i see “fall back,” because i am a dirty literary voyeur. (R+J Act 1, Scene iii) Nurse: And then my husband—God be with his soul! A’ was a merry man—took up the child: ‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit; Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame, The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay.’ To see, now, how a jest shall come about! I warrant, an I should live a thousand years, I never should forget it: ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he; And, pretty fool, it stinted and said ‘Ay.’ happy daylight saving’s delight! delight i say, in thine extra hour! spring forward. fall backwards, sezually.

my contribution to the #fallback trend. have some Billy Shakeshaft and ‘96 Baz Luhrmann tragi-romance. as this is what keeps popping into my mind when i see “fall back,” because i am a dirty literary voyeur. (R+J Act 1, Scene iii)

Nurse:
And then my husband—God be with his soul!
A’ was a merry man—took up the child:
‘Yea,’ quoth he, ‘dost thou fall upon thy face?
Thou wilt fall backward when thou hast more wit;
Wilt thou not, Jule?’ and, by my holidame,
The pretty wretch left crying and said ‘Ay.’
To see, now, how a jest shall come about!
I warrant, an I should live a thousand years,
I never should forget it: ‘Wilt thou not, Jule?’ quoth he;
And, pretty fool, it stinted and said ‘Ay.’


happy daylight saving’s delight! delight i say, in thine extra hour! spring forward. fall backwards, sezually.

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Oct 23
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some of you met me on LJ when i was but a wee teenage fairy. my blogging habits have ebbed and flowed through the years, and in an effort to address/defeat/conquer my blogger’s block and catch you kids up on who i’ve been neglecting to tell you’ve i’ve been busy being (like the busy bee’s knee’d gal i am) i wrote, for my 25th bday (this past tues 10/20) the biggest blog entry i daresay i ever have. lots of sexy garter pictures, army of toys timeline, and youtube clips of me talking about twatter and clits. twat?! i hope you enjoy, blogosphere. i worked hard on it for you. now to get intoxicated! hippy away! » http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/72569.html

some of you met me on LJ when i was but a wee teenage fairy. my blogging habits have ebbed and flowed through the years, and in an effort to address/defeat/conquer my blogger’s block and catch you kids up on who i’ve been neglecting to tell you’ve i’ve been busy being (like the busy bee’s knee’d gal i am) i wrote, for my 25th bday (this past tues 10/20) the biggest blog entry i daresay i ever have. lots of sexy garter pictures, army of toys timeline, and youtube clips of me talking about twatter and clits. twat?!

i hope you enjoy, blogosphere. i worked hard on it for you.
now to get intoxicated! hippy away!

» http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/72569.html

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Oct 04
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decadence. beautiful pre-war foppish Oxford boys sampling wines, being sinners in the utmost of luxury. phonographs, ascots and “oh this is a shy little wine! like a gazelle!” / “this one is wise! like a prophet in a cave!” watching Brideshead Revisited. i’m sure it ultimately can’t compete with the book (which i adore) but i love being a sickly aesthete here. i’m on day 3 of cold recovery. (after indulging in other netflix-insta computer plays: Bernice Bobs Her Hair, The Wackness, Smart People, Phoebe In Wonderland. what! i’m sick! indulgent nerd fantasia here! and most of these movies eventually end up with people smoking pot in them. anyhoo) enjoy the pretty. i’m not dead, blogosphere, i am plotting a triumphant return. xo

decadence. beautiful pre-war foppish Oxford boys sampling wines, being sinners in the utmost of luxury. phonographs, ascots and “oh this is a shy little wine! like a gazelle!” / “this one is wise! like a prophet in a cave!”

watching Brideshead Revisited. i’m sure it ultimately can’t compete with the book (which i adore) but i love being a sickly aesthete here. i’m on day 3 of cold recovery. (after indulging in other netflix-insta computer plays: Bernice Bobs Her Hair, The Wackness, Smart People, Phoebe In Wonderland. what! i’m sick! indulgent nerd fantasia here! and most of these movies eventually end up with people smoking pot in them. anyhoo) enjoy the pretty. i’m not dead, blogosphere, i am plotting a triumphant return. xo

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Sep 19
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(girls just want to have fun) found link hopping from post war trade lead me to Octavine Illustration. and this gem. hi tumblr! i’m not dead. just out a lot. livin’. and not in an outfit too unlike the ones above (today) my Marshall’s gilt country clubbing flapper look. i’m not vain, here’s a photo of me in my only white/flapper dress melting over my beau playing bass guitar! (voila) or ok. i look nice in this’un w. edrie! (voila for realz) so random am i. away!

(girls just want to have fun) found link hopping from post war trade lead me to Octavine Illustration. and this gem.

hi tumblr! i’m not dead. just out a lot. livin’. and not in an outfit too unlike the ones above (today) my Marshall’s gilt country clubbing flapper look. i’m not vain, here’s a photo of me in my only white/flapper dress melting over my beau playing bass guitar! (voila) or ok. i look nice in this’un w. edrie! (voila for realz) so random am i. away!

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Aug 29
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maybe the 09 version of our bandit pictures from last summer, at a wedding in VT. we were the 20’s and the 40’s then, but this past thursday he was my Dickensian cad/dish rogue, and i was a cross between Miss Havisham and Lydia from Beetlejuice! better pictures of my 2-colour veiled headpiece i made soon. (haha i know, no matter what oldtimey look we go for, we still look like generarchaic us!)

more pictures: http://sn.im/regentpix

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green room shenanery, captured by your burlesque poetesswalter sickert & the army of broken toys played Dreamchild’s cd release show 8.27.09, regent theatre (legit. OG vaudevillian theatre!) arlington, MA i love these people. L-R: Rachel OMFG Jayson, Katrina Galore, monsieur Kevin Corzett (who is responding to the fact that i apparently didn’t get- or pay proper tribute to Rachel’s impeccable shoes in the last picture i’d taken) i had the distinct feeling on thurs, as i looked at all the bouncing bosoms in the mirror, faces i powdered by straddling my friends’ laps, moustache wax being passed around, girls with their fingers in each other’s hair, waist cinchers being squeezed, goosings (especially during crammed group pictures), posing with one another’s raised skirts (bum stages!) and all the rest of the carnie lovin pornival victoriana enthusiast antics…well, i felt like this was my quick karmic turnaround for how tortured and sad i often was as a techie in high school, on the periphery of the seniors and all the secret making out happening between scenes. well, anyway, i also wanted to be on the stage, not just makeup mistress, prop bitch, green room help, no fun. it is a year from the date of the salon gone wrong (gala) i hosted last labor day, and i couldn’t be more shocked/thrilled with how my performance life and the people i call my boston family have grown. love more pictures on my flickr: http://sn.im/regentpix

green room shenanery, captured by your burlesque poetess
walter sickert & the army of broken toys played Dreamchild’s cd release show 8.27.09, regent theatre (legit. OG vaudevillian theatre!) arlington, MA

i love these people. L-R: Rachel OMFG Jayson, Katrina Galore, monsieur Kevin Corzett (who is responding to the fact that i apparently didn’t get- or pay proper tribute to Rachel’s impeccable shoes in the last picture i’d taken)

i had the distinct feeling on thurs, as i looked at all the bouncing bosoms in the mirror, faces i powdered by straddling my friends’ laps, moustache wax being passed around, girls with their fingers in each other’s hair, waist cinchers being squeezed, goosings (especially during crammed group pictures), posing with one another’s raised skirts (bum stages!) and all the rest of the carnie lovin pornival victoriana enthusiast antics…well, i felt like this was my quick karmic turnaround for how tortured and sad i often was as a techie in high school, on the periphery of the seniors and all the secret making out happening between scenes. well, anyway, i also wanted to be on the stage, not just makeup mistress, prop bitch, green room help, no fun. it is a year from the date of the salon gone wrong (gala) i hosted last labor day, and i couldn’t be more shocked/thrilled with how my performance life and the people i call my boston family have grown. love

more pictures on my flickr: http://sn.im/regentpix

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Aug 15
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suicideblonde: My first GPOYW in months is thanks to pourquoi pas sending me the beautiful heart necklace all the way from Paris (and matching bracelet which I ditzed out and forgot to put on when I took these pictures!)  Innit the prettiest?  I decided to put on my steel-boned corset and take some boobtastic pictures to thank her. And if you’re wondering if this means that if you send me pretty things that I’ll take boob-tastic pictures with them, I can’t guarentee it, but if I like you, then, yes.  More pictures on my twitter! + i tumble for you. i re-tumble for you. behold - in which friends i’ve known (thanks to el jay) since i was 16? or so - are boudoir hott and we are all burlesquette tarts together. at least in etherweb solidarity. deliciousness, miss. you are lovely. my coworker was talking about tori’s recent tour and all i could picture was you humping (i believe it was tori’s?) tourbus years ago with your lovely braids down your butt-era pictures ;) some of the first i ever saw of you. i love my sapphicanadjans. lovelove. i’m doing a stagedshow tonight with army of toys, we’re being filmed for south american MTV-like telly that i hear tell will be aired internationalement. so, so far all i’ve got costume-planned for my burlesque poetessing/tenor uke peavey amp-tuffet sitting knickerflashing precariously… is the shortest little black flapper dress i own (t-shirt material of course, so comfy/soft) with my new black/white polka-dotted gift-from-a-new-fan frilly underoos i was given at a show last saturday. edrie came running into the club (Nick’s, Worcester) shouting, “there’s a transvestite giving away panties in the street! i’m not joking!” as in, this is not a test- oh, the wonder that was Princess Freddy! so magical. i thought this was relevant. ah well. http://sn.im/toysonTV

suicideblonde:
My first GPOYW in months is thanks to pourquoi pas sending me the beautiful heart necklace all the way from Paris (and matching bracelet which I ditzed out and forgot to put on when I took these pictures!)  Innit the prettiest?  I decided to put on my steel-boned corset and take some boobtastic pictures to thank her.

And if you’re wondering if this means that if you send me pretty things that I’ll take boob-tastic pictures with them, I can’t guarentee it, but if I like you, then, yes.  More pictures on my twitter!

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i tumble for you. i re-tumble for you.
behold - in which friends i’ve known (thanks to el jay) since i was 16? or so - are boudoir hott and we are all burlesquette tarts together. at least in etherweb solidarity. deliciousness, miss. you are lovely. my coworker was talking about tori’s recent tour and all i could picture was you humping (i believe it was tori’s?) tourbus years ago with your lovely braids down your butt-era pictures ;) some of the first i ever saw of you. i love my sapphicanadjans. lovelove.

i’m doing a stagedshow tonight with army of toys, we’re being filmed for south american MTV-like telly that i hear tell will be aired internationalement. so, so far all i’ve got costume-planned for my burlesque poetessing/tenor uke peavey amp-tuffet sitting knickerflashing precariously… is the shortest little black flapper dress i own (t-shirt material of course, so comfy/soft) with my new black/white polka-dotted gift-from-a-new-fan frilly underoos i was given at a show last saturday. edrie came running into the club (Nick’s, Worcester) shouting, “there’s a transvestite giving away panties in the street! i’m not joking!” as in, this is not a test- oh, the wonder that was Princess Freddy! so magical. i thought this was relevant. ah well.

http://sn.im/toysonTV

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Aug 11
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from freeparking on LJ be still my locksmithy heh heh the key goes in the keyhole giggity heart i’m so twatting this ;)

from freeparking on LJ
be still my locksmithy heh heh the key goes in the keyhole giggity heart
i’m so twatting this ;)

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