First Church of the
Showing posts with label FCSS. Show all posts
Showing posts with label FCSS. Show all posts
Tuesday
Friday
437.
j dahl and fiasco. yeah im talkin bout myself like that.
fiasco busted out his goods at practice last night, such a dream. then i made him let me? made him let me put my hand above his penis. sure did. we had a killer practice. i've got a ton of work to do. we are working on whippin' up some gospel shit. i dig. we've got a gig. july 31st at the sf marathon. i wonder if any of you will show up to kill me. please don't. but if you're hot and a dad. be there. i've also got a bit of a gig in june. someday in june. alison, the piano player has her own shows. her own bands. own hats and cigarette holders. so? she asked fiasco and i to break out into five years in the middle of her set as a teaser for our first FCSS performance. ladies, and gentlemen. peter, jesus and my mom. this is very exciting. i'm very happy, nervous and FUCKINGSTOSTOKEDALTHINGSGREATFOREVERANDADAYYADDIDAFEELMETHOBREH
Wednesday
424.
freak out in a moonage daydream
photos from a First Church of the Silver Sexual practice
i have no idea what song we are doing here, i do KNOW that i am wearing that shirt right now. and it looks terrible on me in these photos. GOODBYE forever ugly shirt.
423.
i probably belong in san francisco. "belong" YEAH RIGHT.
i belong in a toilet.
this is jen's old house. jen the poet. jen the prophet. we had out first dancer's meeting last night. it went extremely well. i pissed in the potty. few times. last time? smelled. so i flushed. i know, i fascinate you all. all the time. READ MY WORDS. look at my turds. something something birds.
i want to eat some nerds.
i want to eat some nerds.
Thursday
388.
The Bowie
i don't even know where to begin. or how. peter fyfe, love of my lyfe...
and his brilliant brain have produced an amazing script for what is sure to be an amazing show.
The First Church of the Sacred Silversexual. FCSS.
it's about? what is it about. it is about
The Bowie, as God. Bowie is God. We Are Bowie.
it's a mind blower, and i am completely enthralled. 100%. i am working on production - what the fuck does that mean? everything, brother fucks. i'm heading set design and execution. jen and i are rolling thru the script, coming up with theatrics and dreams. she's rocking on the costumes.. between the two of us our hands are very, very dirty. if'n you know what i mean. i'll be a singin' in this show. mind blown.
i get to lead on Hang Onto Yourself, and back ups on the rest with my darlin z.
i get to lead on Hang Onto Yourself, and back ups on the rest with my darlin z.
my dick is so hard it might explode.
this is as far as i can go. i'm on a bowie break today. just know. i'm hard, wet, and dreaming thru my dizzes about jazz hands, sparkle, flair, lights, video, sound, props, set design... fuck. i said i can go no further.
goodbye forever,
jillian, diamond doll, dahhling
Wednesday
Tuesday
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