Biorequiem - Page 13

Snapped at The Edison last week. One of the best aerialists I’ve seen; she spun, danced, convulsed with the determination of a thousand furies.

Enroute to seee Kronos Quartet after a hard day’s work. Tonight’s gear is steel grey and deep cherry. # @ Haru Ulala sampling strange milky sake. Sashimi on the way. Kronos was good but their throat singer a mistake. #

Kris Krug was here from Vancouver – on Friday we managed to sneak a mini-shoot at a nearby café, possibly for a new edition of Zo! Style Techinican. Can’t wait to see the rest, especially considering he shot mostly film – a rarity these days. Clavicles.

coffee buzz after a mini shoot at cafe Muse. Also, my accident lawyer wears black nail polish. # @ The Vibe hotel with three naked laydeez. Work can really be a drag, yanno? # @JhnenVee don’t have any rope in the car – will some taffy do? #

the Edison is packed. Carnies and douches side by side in perfect harmony. The carnies are winning. #

Lucent Dossier at The Edison tonight. Coilhouse will be there, documenting. Not to be missed! See http://www.coilhouse.net for informations. # Also, everyone go hug @warrenellis today. Just remember: he’s a good guy, no matter how hard he hits you when you do so. #

This was taken on the last day I saw Moo – last Sunday, just over one week ago. All the leads I thought I had turned into dead ends. At this point I’m exhausted and at a complete loss as to what is next. Checking shelters? I’m doing that. Maybe bigger posters? A couple of people suggested I contact local TV. Since I don’t watch TV I’m not sure who/what/where that might be. Anyone care to point me in the …

Accidentally roasting a wasp drizzled with bug spray. Bedroom not safe. Send backup. # Chugging coffee and contemplating the fate of at least 4 strawberries. # in 1986 I was 6 yearls old, drinking most of Moscow’s coffee and constructing chair towers to reach my parents’ "forbidden books". #

just bought an Obama tshirt on Hollywood blvd. It says "bros before hos". Indeed. # Full of shab. Breathing feels like a tiny mochi-filtering plant in my lungs. Warm night. # 6:45 AM. Another call from a restricted number. This time, they whisper and it almost sounds robotic. I just hang up. #

@seanbonner Thank you, seriously. Appreciatin’ and such. # and @katiewest – thank you, too. And everyone who’s called, emailed and direct-messaged. You make it easier, you do. # Such a delightiflu Angel City morning. 93 degrees and counting. Think I’ll strap on this full body icepack and head out. # Dropping off Moo poster at LA Ink. Current beverages include Vitamin water & ice-blended coffee. Liquid nitrogen next. #

local vagrant gifts me a Cheeto-filled toothless smile. The world sighs. # @ police station. Officer Russel just placed a terrifying call to the shits who lied re: having Moo. Mm, justice. # Woken thrice in the night by a 20-pound black cat standing over me, meowing intently. He IS Bulgakov’s Begemot. # the wall along this stretch of highway is to keep the bullets out. #

Meanwhile, the search for Moo continues. Visited two major shelters today with no luck. Even more convinced someone has and decided to keep her. LA residents, please, please keep your eyes peeled for my Moozer, perhaps in company of someone who is not me. Last night was incredibly horrible, by the way. Let me preface the saga with letting you know that I was fairly certain they were fucking with me. But with no other leads to follow I couldn’t …

anyone care to guess the number of fake "i have your dog" calls i got so far today? Four. Maybe five. All kids. I hate the human world, … # @deadzie going to the shelter today. #

Please help! If you will be in or near Hollywood, put up posters for my lost dog Moo http://media.neoglam.com/moo-poster.pdf #