Im interested in letting you know that while you sit patiently waiting for the movie and its release...you can now watch Pox the TV show that inspired it all. New Episodes to come... Collect them all...If you watch it Ill start making pox figures. Ill make a whole Pox chess set, but I wont make any quest appearances.
Episode 1# - http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=46fQGoqLahs
Music
That theramin won't stop playing! REEEEEE REEEEEEE REEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE
Movies
POX: the movie. I guess they're making it with those cult people, and its almost completed. Oh yeah there have been other movies Ive liked...Xanadu, Yellow Submarine, Sybil the TV version when Sally Field meets the personalities in the end of the film etc etc etc. BUT Im telling you this POX movie thing could just be it. The feel...ummm slightly uncomfortable and cordially find a way to excuse yourself...good film of the year.
Television
MY EMPIRE EXPANDS!!!
Watch Episode Two Now!!!
Watch Episode One Again!!!
Books
The biography of Gia Carangi. Other than that I have no patience for books that don't have pictures.
Heroes
Olivia Newton John. Thank you for shaping me into what I have become today. I too have become one the 9 sisters who comes to life off the wall and Oh I can roller skate
They made some big deal movie about me, with these cult people who wouldn't leave me alone!!!
ARCHIVE:
(They called back in March. They said were making the movie. Oh Christ I thought Not Again!!!!)
For now watch the TV show that inspired the movie!
CLICK HERE
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MY MEMOIRS:
Oh how does this all come together?
I did not have much to do with this, no I certainly did not
have anything to do with this. This was
not the ideas that which conjured itself
from my own thought proceesseeees.
I was there as a follower minding my own.
Thrown forth upon such a cavalcade
that which was not mine bidding.
How to explain...? One should
start from its beginnings. I was alone.
Trapped inside the confines of my
manic depression thinking and scheming
of how to pursue a lifestyle
of recreation and solace...
They came to me on that day.
Snatched me up with banterings of
spaceships and world domination!
Oh how it all sounded so threatening,
and yet the excitment I felt. I welcomed
them and their chants with slightly
apprehensive outstretched arms.
Should I? Dare I? Shant I?
Can't I? Dant I?
Oh for there is no one who can guide
towards the right passage of choice
for myself. Shall I trust those voices
that which reside within me? Even
though those inner most innerds
warn me and try to steer me
otherwise. "Take the direction
of the other!" They wail inside
my head. "NO!" With damning
defiance I scrap their words and
choose what will inevitably morph
my being into the writhing pukous,
cancer that toils before you.
AND NOOOOOOOOOOOOW!!!!!!
I bring you to the time we call the present.
Betwixt decoratives of tin foil and garbage
handcrafted by the claws of a simpleton.
Second hand hazards that scrape these
corneas and retinas with a furiousness.
It is only in this torrid present that
I experience an irritationous skin
rash of first calibur magnitude. Each
night ends in a ritual of Aveeno
marination. I think I am growing
more ill as the days progress.
FLASH!!! CAMERA ON!!!!!!!!!!!
GO! they bark at me.
YOUR'E ON POX! DO POX! BE POX!
YOU ARE POX! YOUR'E MAGNIFICENT!
Keep yourself held together POX. The world
is yours! Bare with us and your lacking
bounty of nothing that which we have
promised you with flourish. Wealth,
Control, and a cable TV. I sit, hiding
behind a missmoshed console of moth
eaten fabrics and tins plates held by
scotch tape asking...why POX?
I don't feel right
about this. I sit anticipating inevitable
anxiety. It is hard to breathe sometimes.
I want this circus of sadism to stop!
My words do not matter to them.
I will suffocate of POX!
Who I'd like to meet: I would like to meet men with huge pectoral muscles. I would like to meet women with really long hair. I would also like to meet both men and women I could pretend will be in my limo on our way to the prom and play accordingly. Geri Halliwell. I would also like to meet men with tattoo sleeves and women who know how to rhyme really big words. Oh right those who will heed (is that spelt right) my bidding as a evil tormetor. Carol and Paula from the Magic Garden.
Is this man impersonating me? Will someone explain this to me?
We are currently having a conversation about your amazing work on the hairdressing scene. So much material, however we now want to let you know "officially" that we shall NEVER sleep on one of your futons. Your floor will work for us.
