It's a world apart from all the things I love and cherish, all the
things I miss, all the things dear to my heart. All those things are
one person with a gizillian little parts.
It's been a hard few weeks. My emotions are on a roller coaster.
From extreme sadness to elated joy and of course bouts of fear
and huge patches of Worry Weeds that have to be pulled from my
fertile brain every few minutes. Then I come out of it, like a
computer settling down so it can work properly.
Yet somehow I felt much better when Janet Jackson lost part of
her costume and revealed her beautiful right breast. The reaction
to it was beyond comprehension for a so called civilized society,
the mass hysteria is frightening.
The Super Bowel, is a place where some young men go to die for
the sport, where beer and slobbering drunks mix with young
people around the world, a fine example of our civilization and its'
priorities. Millions of people got upset about a half covered breast.
Let's teach our young people how obscene a woman's breasts
are, let's teach them fear of sex.
I don't want to be moralistic here but why are so many obsessed
with an exposed breast with the nipple covered. Who knows. I
was obsessed enough that I made up these digital pieces of her,
I guess just to mark a special day of hysteria.
A 9/11 nipple attack on 100 million people, go, go, tvo fans!
February 4 ,2004. Red Cheeks, McCarthy strikes again. He
calls us whores, phone sex therapists, he fucks his wife like
Saadam fucked his people. Today we went to court with a guy
who has bred 8 children for his own ego and sexual satisfaction. I
guess no one has told him about birth control, I guess that no
one has told him that the world is over populated. Has anyone
told this guy that the ice caps are melting? Has anyone told him
that you can not put people on the street? Has anyone told him
about recreational sex versus religious sex that many times kills
women in childbirth? He fucks his wife like a prisoner fucks livers
from the kitchen mess hall. Wake up asshole and stop defending
this idiot of a woman that calls herself an attorney.
February 6 , 2004. Well Michael you put your foot up your ass
again. ( Michael McCarthy is a lawyer with the firm Nemecek &
Cole, they represent clients like State Farm. )
Michael is on the payroll of the insurance companies, if you look
him up on the internet there is nothing there because all he
knows how to do is keep his wife pregnant and call my wife
names and throw papers at witnesses. I would suggest that Mr.
Nemecek and Mr. Cole rein this guy in before he blows a fuse
and gets your law firm sued.
Michael is defending a law suit against his client Cheryl Turner,
Atty for malpractice. Now this is no million dollar case but Michael
is spending as much of the insurance company's money as he
can. After all he's got to send all those kids of his to school.
I feel bad that I have to keep writing about this poor bastard and
not many other things I would like to be writing about but I'm not
going to shut up until this case is over.
FEBRUARY WINTER 1976 ? Meetings With Annie
Sprinkle. This is a long story and a painful story that started
when my first wife Susan and I where living in Newport Rhode
Island in the carriage house of (i'll have to fill in the name when I
remember). It was beautiful there, the winter was cold and we
were publishing LOVE Magazine, that legendary "Reader Written
Magazine" that at that time earned me the dubious title of
"depraved" by a Rhode Island court.
Annie was working for a friend of mine Peter Wolf, one of the great
sex editors of that time. Peter had done several stories on us and
the "Love Family", a wonderfully bizarre group of hippies,
students, artists and just plain wackos that were producing the
Los Angeles Star, FINGER, GOD, radical left wing publication that
were the forerunners of the LA Weekly and dozens of other sex
papers that were spawned by our work.
This was one of Annie's first writing assignments and we were
the subjects of the piece. Annie was working part time as a
reporter and part time as a hooker in a massage parlor in New
York City.
She arrived lugging her camera equipment. The first thing I
noticed about her was her squeaky little voice which did not really
fit her body and her large breasts, somehow it seemed out of
place. I didn't know if her voice was a put on or she was just a
dumb brunet. I hoped for the best. The shoot went well as did the
interview. Little did I know that day that Annie and I would cross
paths many times in the coming years (to be continued.
2/11/2004).
Michael Powell and Colin
Powell's son. Hey, how did this
guy get his job? Let's get these
Taliban gangsters out of
Washington before they put us
all in concentration camps.
sponsored by me. Feel free to
reproduce it and spread it
around. It is essential and a
moral imperative that the
thugs in the White House be
removed from office this
November.
of the reconstruction of 30
years of archives for a book I
am working on. The pages
also contain daily entries.
Nothing is corrected or edited.
Dates, times, names are also
just noted and not verified. In
addition the entries are not in
chronological order.
