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by horrorsleazetrash on January 9, 2011

I first met the Webstress by appointment on a blistering First of July afternoon at her “happy”—Los Feliz—home’s dungeon with a portfolio of my metric montages. I explained, while she leafed through the illustrated poems, that it was my intention to “flesh in” the exoskeletal catalog she had in her hands with genuine gotherotic scenery. She agreed, in exchange for modeling scenes, to enweb the artist for 666 days while the camera could be tossed from slave to Illustrix to crew, all shooting scenes on the mat with Erato, Muse of Lyric, in a no holds barred grapple of metronomic servitude.

To submit one’s self—Art’s ultimate price.

Did I have the cajones? Sounded better than holing up in a flop with an Underwood “typer” from Goodwill and broke dick…I’ve done that for art: getting it broke off and on a fork fed me. The folio aside, Illustra handed me a clip boarded “Dialog Sheet” with pen.  I scribbled “no holes barred.”

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