GUY DAVIS

So, I met Guy Davis today!

Ces: Hey Guy, can I have your autograph?
Guy: What do you want me to draw?
Ces: What?
Guy: What do you want me to draw? Surely you don't want a simple autograph!
Ces: Oh Wow! OK... umm.... anything dude
Guy: Anything??
Ces: umm.... some grotesque creature that flies, something with wings
Guy: *draws*
We: blah blah blah. (chit chat)
Ces: Thanks man, this is fucking awesome!
Guy: haha you're welcome Ces!

handshakes

Cheers Guy

(illegible notes from talk)

I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I'm a spy in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know everything.
Everything you do, everywhere you go, everyone you know.
I'm a spy, in the house of love.
I know the dream that you're dreaming of.
I know the word that you long to hear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I know your deepest secret fear.
I'm a spy, I can see, what you do, and I know.

P.L.T. Pillows (on going)

Toward the end of Oliver Stone's The Doors, Jim Morrison-- that militantly self-destructive rock-and-roll god and sixties emblem of desire--now reduced by drugs, booze, and fame to impotence and death games, finds the only way he can sing in the tune during a recording session is if his girlfriend, on her knees, gives him head in the recording booth during his solos.

"Her fear of seeming like someone who wants to fuck a baseball player is matched only be her fearful desire to do exactly that." (about Vanalyn Green's character in A Spy in the House that Ruth Built)

Female Transgressions by L. Kipnis

When you go to a bar you don't tell someone why they wouldn't want to get with you... like some mother issue you're trying to get over
-m.s.

rock out like you threw you window open on your honeymoon because you want the whole world to know what love is

-a.m.