Thu, 19 May 2005

the self-cleaning gallows
The children stink, Martha, I don’t care what it is you say of how they’re just active, they’re not active they sit there like toads and shovel that shit into their mouths and do you I caught them playing with the thermostat? For fuck’s sake, I don’t let the wife touch the thermostat, you think I’m gonna let your little schweinkindern mess with the and not only that but they spit, I tell you, they literally and deliberately spit on the floor, like some sort of oh I mean you’re a friend of mine but I will feed those children insecticide if they don’t learn how to behave. I mean this is my job, and I know you don’t think much of it, but if I have models over to shoot well it’s not like I can just have your little filthy children spitting ketchup at the wall, it destroys the whole ambience, and you need a little ambience to do this, it’s glamour is what it is and I don’t care what you call it, but if they spill pop on the dildoes well now obviously that’s going to be a problem and I’ve had three cancel already and who even knows what I’ll have to do to bring them back, endless hours of handholding and bolstering to get them in front of the camera and I’ll have you know I don’t feed them drugs I just convince them, you’re new in town you can start all over, you can be anyone, but no that’s not right when there’s those beastily fucking children asking the girls if thee’ve been naughty and they’re going to hell and that gag makes them look fat and I know you told them to say that. This is a studio, for god’s sake, not some sort of kindergarten and I know you can’t leave them alone and you’re at the restaurant all night but no don’t say that there are other people and A CAMERA IS NOT A TOY and that’s it, I’m sorry, you’re gonna have to go.
(12:25.05.19.2005) [/scrytch] #