Tuesday, September 30, 2008
The Sexiest Sex (Pt 2)
Super Excithing Space Campus Club
Hi girls, my name is Ed and I'd like you to know that I am a great catch - at least my mom thinks so ;-) My interests include videos of meat-eating, airplane brochures, worms, the French Revolution and stamp collecting. I work as a multi-millionare recording artist on Civic Doody Records and I'm renowned the whole world over. I'm sure you've heard my track "(I'm A) Hott Shit" - it was all over the place summer of '02. So, yeah, you might ask yourself why would a world renowned recording artist be looking for love in a place like this. Haha, LOL, well I here you ladies, sometimes I ask myself that but, turth be told, it can get a little hectic and crazy living the life of a rock star. All the gropes and groupies and the drugs and the late night television performances can be a little overwhelming and (here comes my sensative side) sometimes I feel that the love of a good woman might be able to take the edges off this high powered life better than all the heroine in Afghanistan.
For love.
For you?
You won't know until you find out.
xoxox
Eddie
LOSING A ROLL-A-DEX CAN BE HARD TO SWALLOW
I'm so happy you wrote, I was worried I'd never hear from you again! Can you believe both Roll-a-dex's (Phones)died on the same day? It's crazy.I've emailed my number to you but just in case you didn't recieve itit's 1-310 3XX XXXX. I tried calling your phone number but It keeps telling me the number is no longer in service?
Yeah I got Dusty's number again by googling his family crest. In case you didn't find it the numbers X-XXX-XXX-3022
I totally miss Gene too! I miss his body close to mine? No worries about the travel phobia. I completely understand. Some days I don't go outside and I just pull back the curtain a little and peer out to make sure nothing went away. I have an intense fear of public transportation rofl.
Great hearing from you Linds, stay in touch!
Ape
Monday, September 29, 2008
Eddie Surprise Live Show
Sunday, September 28, 2008
We (R) Being Clubbing (Part Six)
watch these both at once while listening to the top one's music and you'll create your own virtual gothic industrial dance club!! :)
i remember taking the amyl nitrate in the bathroom and my brain could turn liquid like the dancing of my mecho-4/4 brilliance. for one second i lost my inadequacies in the heart of our dance. lovely zero zero baby dancing alone to youtube and blog bitches?? mine is the heart of why haven't you killed yourself earlier.
Who Gave the Infection to Whom???
Hey there April,
If you get this message, both our Roll-a-dex's (Phones) died on the same day, wierd fluke, but we lost ALL our numbers, if you can, e-mail your number to us PLEASE at linda@rockroll.com or call us at 1-254-993-1XX6.
I felt so bad after looking for you so long that we only had your number in our phones. Grrrrr.
Dusty's number is not as hard to find, just look up Tony Smith, but yours is going to be hard to get again.
I hope you and your family are doing great, Gene has missed talking to you. He wants to see you so bad, he's working now, but they just changed his schedule around and at this moment, he has alot of time off....I just have a travel phobia, always think the car will break down or something and me not know what to do..lol.
Call if you get this message...Im going to tell him you posted! He's going to be real excited..
HUGS
Linda
More Live Shots
Ed in the Studio
Saturday, September 27, 2008
We Be Clubbin (Part FIVE)
The Sexiest Sex (pt. 1)
Here is an excerpt from Eddie's upcoming erotic novel, tentatively titled "The Sexiest of Sex". Please know that this material is extremely graphic and should not be read by Miners!!
Chapter One (excerpt):
Her nipply nipples rippled in the wind. Each passing breeze made them all the nipplier. Andrika was sexy. Her body was hot. Red hot. She stood, bare-chested on the porch. Her bare breasts were naked, and hot and gorgeously nipply. Andrika was sexy. She was sexier than sexy.
Rex watched her from his vantage point. He stood on the porch across the alley from Andrika. He was hot for her. Hotter than the hot sun that shone overhead. Rex lipped his lips, anticipating the hot sexy sex that he would get should he and Andrika ever hook up. His hands brushed lightly over the enormous bulge in his pants. He had an erection. Rex was hot for Andrika.
Ghost Rider Mother Fucker II
There was a day last June when I was walking into oblivion just like they do on the television. My eyes were burning Cathode vision bright and I wanted to eat away at all the brains. There can only be one way around the way around and that way is easy when you've got the eyes to see it. My own sexy sexy is nature perfect and the guiding light of my own sexy sexy is never anything less that the brilliant glowing genius. You are not, nor will you ever be, a Ghost Rider Mother Fucker like me. You are not, nor never will be, perfect in glowing moonlight - fluid to few filters remaining. I am All. All is Set. All is done and gone. Eddie E.
Ghost Rider Mother Fucker
Charged and polar surface residues hydrophilic and hydrophobic amino acid residue's mother, a friend of proteins in aqueous buffers. It can be Since the meaning is so offensive, intercourse with someone else's mother, occur in the globular protein acid composition of a protein person's mother. It can also be used to call someone a mama's boy. intercourse with his mother. It is an amino acid composition of used as a high on the surface, also meaning "one who engages solvent and increase solubility. Knowledge offensive, this word his mother". It could also mean "one a friend's mother, or a mother, or a girlfriend's mother". or a girlfriend's mother".
We be Clubbing Par t IV
Last Thursday night Eddie went to Ground Zero in his new clubbing outfit. The surrealistic approach towards bondage gear always wins in the end! Your new dances were impressive but no where near as impressive as the touchdown Eddie scored with that hot gothic cheerleader. Let this be a reminder to you, everywhere your Eddie is, your Eddie will pound away at the beats and the beatings like no one's business that matters. If you're in love you've never had the real feeling. If you're in love in the club maybe you're watching a little too closely as the go-go dancers make outside of duct-taped nipple piercings. Go to the newest dopest beat you can find and turn left. Eddie's out. That's a clue if you care.
Eddie Does New York
Friday, September 26, 2008
The Line for my next Gig
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Wednesday, September 24, 2008
Happiest Ever Day in the Life of Green Bean
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Glitteratti Gothic (WE BE CLUGGING PART III)
Here's a little sample of some of Eddie's favorite artwork in the world. The image itself is sublime in its beauty but the finishing touch of the beautiful glittering greeting just takes it over the top into realms of genius previous unimaginable. I hope that all you all really enjoy this art gallery and I also hope that you understand just how much this art means to me, my soul and my kitty cat. Hope to see you guys at the club tonight!!! I've got a new pair of boots I just can't wait to show off! God, can you believe that Eddie, he's such a bitch... If they play Hocico I'll just shit my pants and die it'll be so awesome. Hope they don't play any more of that Lords of Acid crap, I'm much too cool for that shit.
Monday, September 22, 2008
Sunday, September 21, 2008
Saturday, September 20, 2008
tHERE'S A LOT TO bE told herE
I know musicians and their companies are still shelling out big bucks to make videos, but I have to ask whether they are relevant anymore -- or if they're simply being made for another venue now. Obviously no one seems to be interested in watching them on television, so perhaps they're being made for YouTube and torrents now.
Yet at the same time we have the rise of the iPod, this generation's Walkman, which is for the most part an audio medium, and one that already is threatening (over here) to destroy the market for physical, permanent media.
I freely admit that at 39 I'm not of the demographic music video producers want. I used to watch MuchMusic religiously, but turned away when the artists I wanted to see -- folks like Enya and Kate Bush -- were pushed aside in favor of gangsta rap "ass videos" as I like to call them. And with Enya supposed to have a new album coming up I'm not even bothering to check TV for any advance music videos, and if she makes one I'll download it from YouTube or elsewhere. But music videos just aren't of interest to me anymore.
But, again, I'm 39 so maybe my personal tastes have changed. What about others here? Are music videos in any way relevant these days, or - just like the 78, the 33 1/3 and the 45 vinyl records, 8-tracks, and audio cassettes, and (some might now say) CDs - is it time to retire this quarter-century-old medium?
eDDIE
Yet at the same time we have the rise of the iPod, this generation's Walkman, which is for the most part an audio medium, and one that already is threatening (over here) to destroy the market for physical, permanent media.
I freely admit that at 39 I'm not of the demographic music video producers want. I used to watch MuchMusic religiously, but turned away when the artists I wanted to see -- folks like Enya and Kate Bush -- were pushed aside in favor of gangsta rap "ass videos" as I like to call them. And with Enya supposed to have a new album coming up I'm not even bothering to check TV for any advance music videos, and if she makes one I'll download it from YouTube or elsewhere. But music videos just aren't of interest to me anymore.
But, again, I'm 39 so maybe my personal tastes have changed. What about others here? Are music videos in any way relevant these days, or - just like the 78, the 33 1/3 and the 45 vinyl records, 8-tracks, and audio cassettes, and (some might now say) CDs - is it time to retire this quarter-century-old medium?
eDDIE
My Weakness is my Strength
Killing carbon filters, my weekness is my strength. I run over the border, playing with the string. Sting version Applebees nachos on the cake. The rake. The thai yoga bake. Kiss me when you talk to me, give me a bit of tongue.
Smiling
Eddie Entropy is the smiling handshake of nature as it kicks you.
HI THERE.
Eddie Entropy slips in when you're play-acting at transgression, he takes you by the hand and pulls you three steps further into the abyss than you'd ever go on your own. Your play-acting at edge and intensity will be given a real test my friend and this is just how life likes to play it. Eddie Entropy is the smiling handshake of nature as it kicks you.
HI THERE.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.
Eddie will kick you when you're down. Eddie will shove your face in it.
THANK YOU.
Millions of sperm died for you. Jesus died for you. Biggie Smalls and Dimebag Darrell died for you. Fuck you. What will you die for? When will you die?
THANK YOU.
Remember that smilers and liars and that pair of pliers that you stole from your father's closet all share the same secret. What's the handshake? Have you forgotten? Your crypto-Masonic secrets are safe with me fair child, if you'll only let me have them.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE A LOSER.
YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY LOST.
YOU MAY BE DEAD AND YET YOU'VE FORGOTTEN.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE DEAD.
HI THERE.
ee 9/11/8
HI THERE.
Eddie Entropy slips in when you're play-acting at transgression, he takes you by the hand and pulls you three steps further into the abyss than you'd ever go on your own. Your play-acting at edge and intensity will be given a real test my friend and this is just how life likes to play it. Eddie Entropy is the smiling handshake of nature as it kicks you.
HI THERE.
THANK YOU FOR YOUR TIME.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE A WINNER.
THANK YOU.
THANK YOU.
Eddie will kick you when you're down. Eddie will shove your face in it.
THANK YOU.
Millions of sperm died for you. Jesus died for you. Biggie Smalls and Dimebag Darrell died for you. Fuck you. What will you die for? When will you die?
THANK YOU.
Remember that smilers and liars and that pair of pliers that you stole from your father's closet all share the same secret. What's the handshake? Have you forgotten? Your crypto-Masonic secrets are safe with me fair child, if you'll only let me have them.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE A LOSER.
YOU MAY HAVE ALREADY LOST.
YOU MAY BE DEAD AND YET YOU'VE FORGOTTEN.
YOU MAY ALREADY BE DEAD.
HI THERE.
ee 9/11/8
Friday, September 19, 2008
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Secret Text Part One
In my own way, I loved Artemis too. She was delicate, pretty, and very much the hobbyist kind of witch. Or, well, maybe. I often wonder if she didn't put a spell on me to make me forget the name of that damned Processian. In the days before the Son of Sam killings, she told me how one of the Church of the Process cultists had sought her out. The Processian had been a priest, she said, and his attributes included that he served both Christ and Satan, and generally eschewed sex. But, to my horror, she went on to explain, after months of professed abstinence on his part, he had sex with her in her hospital bed as she was recovering from surgery. Generally, however, the coven of Artemis consisted of articulate suburbanites; hobbyists who haunted occult bookstores and hobbyists. I began to theorize that the Processian was calling Artemis, demanding my removal from the coven. Perhaps he was. Or perhaps I had imagined it all; a decade later, I would join a dissident Krishna sect in Berkeley, then find the Temple set upon by reporters, when a former imprisoned priest, who had slept there before me, had tried to kill Manson in prison.
So You Found Me Did You?
Block this blog. Cut it out. Remove the cancer before it takes root. Kiss me.
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