ok im freaked now i have a 2 inch under skin underneath my belly button looks like a worm print like u see those third world country peeps walking around with cept this one isnt raised it could possibly be from the pants i was just wearing but the thing isnt fading away like all the other lines/marks on my body did i took some pictures for you all mum is on way back to take me to clinic. fun.

  So Raymi the celebrity asked me to write a letter, and a LOVE letter at that as to why gays love and should love Raymi so she can publish it on her blog…I only HOPE this gives me a permanant link in Raymi bloggerdome, because when Raymi chooses to graffiti you, you know you’ve struck a chord. I can only speak for myself as to why this buttpirate loves Raymi. I came across Raymi’s page once a couple of years back when I first got to San Francisco. I couldn’t help but be drawn to her page, because of her very acidic, random, and extremely offensive (well, at different times to different people) sense of humour.

 

She’s outspoken, witty, and even more respetfully UNAPOLOGETIC for who she is and what she is feeling. Why not? It’s her fucking online diary, and YOU chose and choose to read it, along with the endless case of diarhhea that she chooses to shit into cyberspace, I guess shit never looked so good in cyberspace and if you look at a picture I raped from her site, it is quite obvious that Raymi may very well take a shit anyplace she damn well pleases…why not? Divine ATE another animal’s turd for art and comedy and outrage in John Water’s Pink Flamingos, and is a gay Icon, so Raymi chooses to talk shit whether important or not is just as arttistically brilliant because in everyone’s right, they are their own piece of work…Oscar Wilde, Madonna, Liz, Raymi, Hun, Me…the list can go on and on about freaks…and whether most uppity fags want to admit it or not, you worship us because we say everything that you wish you could say in your tight little Ambercrombie trousers, but are afraid to because you would rather sell out to a media and become a cookie cutter image of a social reality.

 

You secretly masturbate to a memory of seeing a freak in the grocery store while telling another “freak” with piercings that you like “alternative boys” and that you have a “wild side” (oh and by the way, straight male or gay…Just because you down 4 beers and 2 shots of tequila and did something that only you PERCIEVED everyone else as thinking was funny and then you go to work on Monday and tell everyone that you we’re “so out of control, DUDE” doesn’t make you interesting, doesn’t make you funny…it just basically is an unspoken commentary that the people who saw you basically and UNANIMOUSLY voted you, THE VILLAGE IDIOT!).

 

You would rather be anonymous and bash freaky people  for being themselves. Kurt Cobain used to purposefully kiss his bandmembers on stage to piss guys like you off at his shows (yeah YOU, you drunken closeted frat boy) because pretty much he didn’t feel like being polite to you and you were the types of people he loathed period and YOU STILL CAME TO HIS SHOWS! Gay or not, you secretly want someone like Raymi or myself to give you a blowjob, and maybe we would…or just fuck you over in some socially unacceptable way that would not get people to roll their eyes, but roll with laughter because we could outsmart you…and then we’d come back on our blogs and cackle as we wrote about it, and then pretty much by that point it is in print…and is GOSPEL.

 

  I love Raymi because I see many interesting similarities between our thoughts, though I have never met her in person, but it would most likely be just another mate joining the bandwagon in my life of crazy people. I adore her because she’s basically like a gay man in many respects: she causes outrage by stating opinions and she makes people laugh…just like a good freak was born to do. Gays should love Raymi because I have a feeling, she loves us back…

xoxo Kissyfur

 

i slept off my headache so im sorry we missed the movie im going to fix up my disaster of a face and we’ll raymioke ok? sorry for being a sketchbag, like i want to be alone then i want some comapny and then i dont want to leave my house and then i am like i am lonely and bored and ridiculous and i am depriving people of raymioke so lets go po.

 

i have a headache

 

mum came home papa is ok his pain is eased tomorrow he takes stress tests then we’ll know some more

 

just took a couple aspirins hope them bitches do their job

 

im losing it a bit im suppose to go to a movie and karaoke but i derno papakerouac was rushed to hospital in ambulance chest pains tried to take 6 pills to stop the pain but no dice mum has been there since 4 with nana no news is good news right she would call right i want to be there i might fagboard on over i might not he’s in intensive care mum is ignorant and will prolly have cell on so ill call

 

July 9th Malone’s restaurant/bar

 

it’s so sad to be alone because we’re alone, we’re sad.

 

malone’s (south kensington) – london, dublin and munich

 

“finest food from the four corners of the globe”

 

hmmph. we’ll see about that.

 

watered-down fountain coke – just the way i like it.  pleasant acid jazz – soothingly sensuous

 

raining on and off all day

 

shoppe called ryman – the stationer, ‘cross the way

 

wicker chairs green and white checked criss-cross back design.  chatter travelling rapidly all around me.  alone but not lonely.  people are insecure whilst alone.  they drop things because they feel they are on display – and are making a conscious effort NOT to drop something.  in the end, they do.

 



 

people who are alone appear to always be waiting for something – their life to begin – someone to arrive – to be acknowledged, who knows.

 

people who are alone are afraid – afraid of dying alone – they are unfortunate of not being able to share themselves with another.

 

people who are alone might choose to be alone – they don’t want to deal with other people and their problems – though sometimes, it would be nice.

 

people who are alone smile a lot – they hope another person, alone – might notice them.

Hi Raymi –  I came upon your site from antis maybe a year ago.  After seeing

that last post, I just thought to tell you that I love your site and I think

you are very talented.  And despite being angry sometimes, it’s obvious you

are very sweet too.  I’m glad you made it back from your trip OK.

I can see you ten years from now as a power wife, probably living in the

U.S.  I’ve noticed a trend among conservative men of means – their wives are

often way more fun, maybe a little out of control — yet classy when they

want to be. It seems like you could play that role rather well.  I can only

theorize why these matches occur — perhaps the women discovered at some

point that whiny 20-something boys who live with their moms don’t really cut

it and the “dangerous” ones have about one-tenth the manliness they try to

project.  Maybe if you found a guy who has established himself in the world

you could just be free to be yourself and not think of it as being crazy.

Sorry if I’ve annoyed you.   Back to work…..

Eric

 

Hey raimycitymusichall,

I have not had the pleasure of cruising through your blog in a while, so I am not aware of the comments which have caused you to deprive the public, your public, to speak their thoughts regarding it. I gather some have offended your mother and indeed that is something no one has the right to do, family is one’s most prized possession and it should be sacred enough not to be badgered by people who obviously do not value it. Nonetheless I just wanted to tell you that not giving the chance to people to comment, even if only temporarily, will not make them change their mind, nor will it let them grow a brain or any kind of sensitivity. It is inevitable that someone will not concur with your lifestyle, the one that emerges from your posts at least. Unfortunately many people just get their kicks criticizing in a neither constructive nor humorous way… You say that you try to please everyone and make your blog entertaining. From the amount of hits you collect each day it is obvious you are well on your way to achieve such goal. I personally find that the most fascinating part about blogging is getting the feed-back from people you don’t know, be it positive or not, and being able to respond to them personally, and on occasion to verbally but subtly demolish their lack of intelligence or skills when they just write something meaningless out of boredom. So I guess that what I am inarticulately trying to say is that in the end you are not really punishing anybody, if not yourself. I mean people probably do comment on your blog for their own publicity, but that brings no damage to you. I find that often the comment box becomes a truly interesting site for discussion, delivering something that does not come across through the posts. It’s a little space in which you are out of character and it just adds a new twist to the whole deal, making it all the more entertaining. The artist, the author, is such not only when his work is read, but also when the reader is able to extract his own meaning from said work. Master Google has given all us nobodies the chance to taste such feeling, we do not own our space on the internet, and we do not own the right to tell people off, or deprive them of expressing their views. Notoriety, as anything has its disadvantages and of course encountering bored envious people able to write nothing but crap is one of them.

If you really seek to render your blog more entertaining, might I suggest you put the comments back on, and respond to those idiots, they will enjoy their 15 seconds of publicity and return to their suburban provincial little hole of ignorance. See I don’t even particularly like your way of writing, but I must say your blog does become addictive, whether one likes it or not; that means you have a gift: you are able to capture one’s attention; but what are you gonna do with it then?? Just leave there?? Let them speak their mind; I have trouble believing you are not smart enough to understand whatever is being said is nothing but virtual crap, if something bugs you deal with it, one on one. Banning problems doesn’t make them disappear.

Ok that’s more than enough nonsense from me

 

Cheers

 

A naïve fool