Pink reader Lisa gave me the head’s up that Courtney Love posted a new blogpost on her official My Space profile today and in her latest treatise, she seems to be VERY CONFUSED about voting for California Proposal 9. A Yes vote for Prop 8 meant that you want to strip away marriage rights for same-sex couples here in California. A No vote for Prop 8 meant that you want to allow marriage equality for all. According to the text of C. Love‘s latest blogpost, it looks like she got it wrong. Here is the full text of Courtney‘s post which talks about her knowledge of Prop 8 and then meanders onto other topics (online shopping? anyone?) that don’t seem to make sense at all. All spelling and grammatical errors are her own:

Friday, November 07, 2008 — blown away

that prop 8 passsed! motherfuckers! who voted against it!
it was confusing language in malibu there were kids reminding us to vote yes thatthe language was conbfusing and people were votingno when they meant yes or soemthing
also i heard the drums with just guide guitar and bass and i started crying it was fucking beautiful
all ic an tell you is that this cliche is true
this will be beyond worth the wait
ivenever seen a man so focused
1steampunk
2etsy
3citizens band
4hand of fatima
5 poetofsummer
6boudoir queen
the last three are etsy geniuses, theres so many id tellyoumy name sinc ei jjst did so much christmas shopping there and its amazing etsy is so fucking now.
its my favourite site EVER. and its CHEAP.
ugly dolls to amazing jewelry rubies for nothing, its amazing a massive community of women witha few brilliant male artisans, the way the world should be!!!!
trust me on this as long as i deliver on my end
you will be thanking me for making you wait so long
courtney
with resin glitter and paint on my hands
who needs to get laid.
oops did i just share that? well too fucking bad.

While some may have found the language on the ballot “conbfusing”, I think a careful read of the language of the proposal might’ve cleared up any “conbfusion” in the voting booth. To be honest, I’m shocked that Courtney Love even had the inclination to vote in the first place. While she doesn’t actually say that she did, indeed, vote — the implication is that she voted. The implication is also that she voted for Prop 8 erroneously and accidentally added to the tally against marriage equality in California. Courtney Love‘s blogposts, while usually hilarious and always confusing, have never made me sad before. This one deffo does.

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Yippee! Courtney Love has posted a new blogpost on her official My Space profile. This time around, C. Love is puttin’ the call out there to all the fine, upstanding folks on My Space that she is in need of an honest housekeeper and a documentarian, in that order. Personally, I think she should start by looking for a shrink who enjoys a challenge but that’s just my humble opinion. Here is the full text of Court‘s latest My Space blogpost (as always, all spelling and grammatical errors are her own):

Sunday, September 21, 2008

this is wierd but what the fuck
Current mood: cantankerous

is anyone insanely clean neatfreak near malibu? i need a non thieving non freaky housekeeper
also i need we need a documentarist, someone to document our studio as we go in wedsday, and i have ALOT of work to do til then and i wont just hand this to hbo or bbc 2 or bravo and god forbid not vh1! A DOCUMENATRY NOT A REALITY SHOW. get in touch with jason whp will further put you in touch with jason wienberg at untitled.
and am looking for a young PA type someone whor eally wants to get nto the film business cos as we startramping up pay some dues with me for a few months and you can be on this HTH movie – i think i know who i want to play kurt- he may not be as BEAUTIFUL as the other two but hes got something special and looks alot like him and has a great voice.
i know this is wierd- the agencies suck and im sick of PIGS who steal itts simple as that., so fuck it why not try my space , beats monster . no superfans please. and its very good money. btw the housekeeping part just early hours .
thanks
wierdo mgcee

Honestly, I think that Courtney might have better luck finding the properly qualified help that she is looking for if she A.) moves her plea to a more appropriate website for something like this, craigslist perhaps and/or B.) doesn’t type while she’s inebriated and/or under the influence of a controlled substance(s) … just a friendly suggestion. I know that C. Love is a fan of Polaroid photos … so I’d be happy to offer my services to chronicle her journey in Polaroids … I’m afraid I’ll have to pass on the housekeeping job, tho, I can barely keep my place clean as it stands. Tho, something tells me that one prolly doesn’t have to work too hard to keep Courtney happy with her living area. On second thought, never mind … my guess is that cleaning up all the empty bottles on a daily basis might be too much work for any one person at all.

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According to the tip sheet that was handed out at the 2008 MTV VMAs yesterday, Courtney Love was not only scheduled to attend the awards show but she was also supposed to walk the red carpet. I immediately thought, Why?, but I was looking forward to seeing her on the red carpet nonetheless so I might ask her for a few blogging tips (ie. what sort of recreational … stuff … or spirited beverages make for the most colorful blogposts). I must assume that MTV put her on the tip sheet because she RSVPed that she would attend. It turns out that she didn’t make it out to the VMAs yesterday, she decided to instead stay home and blog about how much she dislikes the MTV VMAs altogether:

Courtney Love has taken to her Myspace blog to rant about last night’s MTV Video Music Awards, and says that even the fact that her buddy Russell Brand was presenting didn’t entice her into going. “I didnt go to the “VMAS” as we used to call them but theyve gotten so fucking Urban i dont know i guess Van Toffler thought ( hes an exec at MTV ) he was being edgy and he WAS by letting my darkling prince Brand host the mtv awards- but theyre not the “VMAS” and they never will be again,” rants Love. After blasting the ceremony for its urban content, Love tore into clean-living heartthrobs The Jonas Brothers for wearing ‘promise’ rings to proclaim they are preserving their virginity. “i had ZERO desire to watch let alone go and thats one of my very favourite people ive ever known or had the honour of being friends and fiends with hosting it so i feel horribly rude that my desire not to watch assholes with chastity rings- oh for fucks sake ive had some great conversations but not ONE has ever ended in an Orgasm, y’all need some pussy and some cock and shut the hell up-”

Oh yes, C. Love is in fine form with this latest blog post. After the jump, read the entire text of her VMAs treatise which rambles from topic to topic in her best prose. Be warned it’s a long and terrifying read … as always, all spelling and grammatical errors are her own …

Last week the always coherent Courtney Love posted a blog on her official My Space profile accusing rocker Ryan Adams of “stealing” from her daughter Frances Bean‘s trust fund (for a refresher on her erratic rant, click HERE) and this week it appears that Ryan has responded to C. Love‘s claims by way of a strange message which he posted on his official website … tho, it’s not entirely clear that A.) he is actually responding to her or, B.) is referring to Courtney at all. It’s all pretty much conjecture at this point but, eh, it’s totes feasible that he’s sending her a message. Here is the full text of Ryan‘s cryptic message, pay attention to the post script which may or may not be directed at C. Love:

to whom it may concern,

it was brought to my attention yesterday that the 1st two vinnie vincent invasion records have been remastered and made available on CD.

not ever having been a member of the hard rock/HEAVY METAL strawberry milkshake explosion-like awesomeness that was vinnie vincent invasion, i would like the world to know that I still support their contribution of “love kills” featuring mark Slaughter (of heavy metal gods slaughter) on the nightmare on elm street 3: dream warriors soundtrack.

in my continuing everlong journey in exploring the fantasy hot tub dream of HEAVY METAL. i implore each and every one of you to seek out the album “into abaddon” by my new favorite HEAVY METAL band Saviours, although my heart will always belong to Voivod

respectfully not yours or anyones,

ryan adams

p.s. as a former catholic and a lifelong mystic, i have and still hold true to the idea that stealing is wrong. and if the saying “karma is a bitch” is true then for godsakes let it be a b.c.rich “bitch” AND DONT PUT ANY STICKERS ON IT ITS NOT A STATION WAGON ITS A VEHICLE OF ROCK

UHHH … yeah. Take that Courtney! The ball is now in your court … we’ll be expecting your response post shortly.

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Wee! Courtney Love posted a new blogpost on her official My Space profile and this time she levels her attack against Nine Inch Nails frontman, Trent Reznor, whom she reportedly bedded back in the day. As much as the thought of Trent Reznor copulating with Courtney Love sorta repulses me, I cannot deny that the deed was done because even Reznor himself has admitted (with chagrin) that the two rockers did, in fact, do the dirty (and, boy, I bet it was dirty). In any regard, C. Love seems intent on reminding us all of this incident and goes on to rant about all things Reznor and then random 80′s-90′s rock band stuff in her latest post … which you can read in full here (all spelling and grammatical errors are her own):

Thursday, July 24, 2008

fama
Current mood: relaxed

Hey! You were referencing Reznor. You know the guy who was a graphic design major? Heir to a massive fortune on Reznor heaters? The guy who came up with NIN logo, then the band name, then a band? Details once said we had a thing. That’s not news. It was what it was. I didn’t take it too much more seriously than him. I won’t give TMI, but the black terry cloth robes with the bands names embroidered in gold, the cat scratches on my door at night, the endless head holding her and secrets and horror stories, I have never repeated.

He was in his prime and well, fuck me he had that dammed song, “and yooooou can have it all, my empire of shit.” I don’t care. All the sports bar shit just melted for every girl in the house and me too. I admit it- that song was like watching Hamlet and boy did he know it. Girls crying with love for him in a rock star way, the groupies and cocaine usage, that I thought went out with hair bands.

We didn’t have groupies. We had competitive girls in OTHER BANDS. I had competition then. Now, I do not. I suppose because its not an economic or particularly social model that’s very easy to pull off; being class clown until the fucking record comes out. I could’ve put out a perfectly good, even great, record, but it wasn’t enough. I’m sorry. I’m aiming for the moon and the moon I shall have. Even if it sells one copy, I will know in my heart, I did the very, very best, to the best of my ability, to leave a legacy of greatness behind.

Anyway some journo at Details asks him a few months later after a strange parting, and the very emotional death of his beloved dog, but still this doesn’t excuse this comment, “So, Courtney Love, you two hooked up? Is it true she’s pregnant?” His response, “It would have to have been the immaculate conception.” The gross out factor was so huge. OH YEAH, BEEN HERE ! THE GIRL IN SCHOOL ALL THE BOYS WANNA SLEEP WITH, BUT THEN WON’T COP TO IT TO THEIR FRIENDS.

Despite the small amount of education I had, I was always in very social environments. The fact is, I was an outsider, but I was also enormously popular and that stays with you. I never ever picked on any scapegoat or outsider. I never thought I’d play scapegoat mostly because of who, in fact 99% because of who, I married. It was just alpha on alpha. It made all the sense in the world, but the world hadn’t taken on indie rock values and with that rendition of “Dr Feelgood” tonight- the inner Crue I thought someone had spiked my drink with god’s evil acid. I had my platinum and Kurt’s platinum records, arrived at the studio and was using them as shields to ward off the evil, but it went on for, oh, 15 minutes. Boys will be boys and fantasize about the rainbow and the Crue and shit like that. Not having lived with it, not having worked at Star strip without Axl buying me a boob job, pulling double shifts on days we didn’t rehearse, so we could have amps and rehearsal 5 days a week at the very least, eight hour ones, whether I’d done a full shift or not.

Three girls at Star Strip had pink Corvettes Axl bought them. And the Crue; Nikki is a smart guy and Tommy’s nice, but that doesn’t make them a band I can even deal with. It was horrific for a freaky girl in LA and her freaky band, but that became what made us rather huge; a great great, now retired, rock journalist. Arguably the very very best rock journos of all time, Lester Bangs, David Fricke, Crisxtagu and his body shape taste, which I respect and Robert Hilburn, who made me. I sent him the lyrics and he’s a lyric guy. Playing at 6:30 for 20 minutes at The Whiskey A Go Go, no bozo lame some pay to play bullshit with hair metal bands, many of whom contained later: “grungers,” “punkers,” etc.

Hilburn wrote a classic Hilburn massive calendar piece. So, the metal guys would be like, “Let’s go see that freak girl, and her band of freaks.” I love being a freak. As I said, I’ve always gotten along well with others and been pretty popular. So I had NO problem projecting Valkyrie Bitch Goddess. Why not me? I had the words for it. Not yet the drummer, and no offense to drummers past, who I have loved, but for once I have the drummer of them all and even he likes playing Doctor bloody Feelgood. Six, you win. Accckkkkkkk, I was literally rolling on the floor screaming “Make it stop!” Bad acid, I tells ya.

Anyway, in a Spin interview, I stated the truth. Frankly. he started it.

“Reznor blah blah?” “He shouldn’t call his band Nine Inch Nails when he has a three inch one.” Well that was THAT and the shit hit the fan. I was referencing his song Mr. Self Destruct. I NEVER had a feud with KURT. Christ, the guy was my best friend on his earth and worth every penny of the crucifixion(s).

I hope you’ve paid your money to see a cripple dance and now’s your chance, baby, now’s your chance, but as we all know this endless blogging and “FAMA,” the Latin derivative of “fame,” meaning gossip. Look up Virgil’s poem on Dido fucking Aetna (sic) in a cave. The word comes from “rumors.” Skip to Ovid now, after Christ ,and the word has changed into a quality, that does not involve great works or achievements or honor. It just involves getting as much as you can. It’s a dense, dense book; The Frenzy of Renown.” It is very academic, I am going to read it now.

That was, sort of , he sort of? He’s still pissed I called my band Hole. I never said size, shape, etc. I never said “cabbage rose hole” or “tea rose hole.” In any case vajayjay was only one connotation of that band’s name. It was truly from the Euripides’ Medea, but it got the job done. It was a chance and a risk to name the band that, as Babes in Toyland were going to go full throttle. We were gonna call ourselves “swampussy,” but what if, what if, what ifs kept coming. What if, what? There was no way that model of band was, as much as I love them, going to go mainstream. In any case, I had to take the chance with that name, but that’s not the point. The point is Reznor got PISSED. HEY, HE STARTED IT.

Having been pretty popular my whole life and not used to this class clown karma, that I’m chanting to mitigate, but seems to occur every bloody time I blog. I may as well just stop amusing anyone and stick to what I know; books, nature, eBay at 5 am. I do not like feuds, but money’s money, then feuds occur. Sex is sex and I suppose if you impugn my sexuality and the month of intensity and insane secrets we shared with each other, because you’re feeling I’m not “popular” or pretty enough for our “image” and you have a weakness, sorry I didn’t turn the other cheek. Not.

I never have told anyone one word of what he told me on those nights about his childhood, nor would I ever. So that was a semi feud with the Brit. He’s just too obsessed is what Neal Strauss says. I’m not at all obsessed, disturbed and freaked that I went there, but I don’t much think about it except when I hear news that he’s trying like hell to get BBC2 to fund, or they already have funded, the 6 part series of the Abbey which, as Straussey puts it, is just an “Obsession piece. You win. He loses.” When you put a not-at-all funny show on the air, just to take the piss out of me, and then go around my tertiary secondary or first circle of friends with your dark using energy, I will not go out of my way to hurt you, but I will protect the people I love. Make sense?

Okay, on with the rock.

So I wont be back for a while. I have a sign on my computer, “DO NOT BLOG. EMBARRASSES CHILD. LACK OF GRAMMATICAL CORRECTNESS AND SPELLING MAKES ONE LOOK ON DRUGS FOR SOME REASON. DON’T START THINKING “BUT… BUT… BURROUGHS.” IT’S A MYSPACE BLOG. DON’T DO IT!”

So, THAT SIGN goes up tonight. I’ll check in with y’all about music, but there’s nothing served by defensive blogging. I was shaken by the AMEX statements and where they met on the time line and that Ryan says he made that over a weekend? Is he nuts? I think it started June 19th. I have a first class series of about 6 musicians, and hangers on, tix on an AMEX, that was applied for online and paid down with money in accounts I could not access and had no idea was there. (Could not access due to forged powers of attorney) So, yes it has taken a long time to get to forensics and these guys still wanna come after me for slander, when I have them by the scrotum, with four refinances with phony signatures that they pocket, and Lexus’s for the wives, Mercedes for them, opening bank accounts and wire transferring all over the earth, etc. etc. ad nauseam

I won’t bore you with it. I just find it funny that they are so delusional. Let’s go, man, let’s go. Can of worms time. Let the snakes out. Yay! That’s all I can say. The worst is yet to come, but after that, its just smooth fucking sailing and me being very frugal and performing as much human revolution as I can, really mitigating and changing my karma.

I care more for my kid than anything or anyone. I just want her happy and well taken care of, and to make her proud.

Thanks
XOXO Courtney

Um … wha??? As confusing as this new blogpost is, I must confess that it very well may be the most coherent thing that Courtney Love has written, like, ever. I’m not sure what spurned C. Love to write this particular Reznor-inspired post (and spurned she seems, don’t you detect a note of sour grapes?) but I can totally appreciate her efforts. Mebbe she’s a bit miffed that Trent Reznor and Nine Inch Nails have enjoyed much success in the past few months are kicking off a new tour (entitled Lights in the Sky) while she is relegated to being stuck behind her computer, reading poems by Virgil all by her lonesome (yeah, that Virgil bit is a kinda hard to swallow but I’ll give her the benefit of the doubt). I sincerely hope that Courtney disregards that note she put on her computer to warn her off of blogging … I, very much, enjoy reading her My Space blogposts. Reznor and NIN will be bizzy touring (they kick off their first official show tonight in Vancouver, BC) so what else does she have to do? I want more!!!

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The always entertaining Courtney Love (who’s been pulling Amy Winehouse-like insanity for years before anyone even heard of Amy Winehouse) was inspired to compose another one of her famous blog posts on her official My Space profile page with her usual flair for the grammatical … but this time, she unleashes her colorfulness on indie rocker Ryan Adams, who she contends stole the sum of $858,000 from the trustfund of her daughter Frances Bean Love-Cobain. As always, it’s a totally unbalanced and very disjointed read but one deffo worth reading if only to marvel at her insane musings. As of this morning, tho, the original post that she wrote has been removed from her My Space profile page — fortunately, I managed to copy and paste the entire text of her blogpost … which I present here in its entirety:

Saturday, July 19, 2008 Ryan Adams you fucking weasel. deal with it.858,00$ Current mood: determined

Listen this is another open letter
this to a beyond mediocre piece of shite- maybe its just my moment to fucking get the knives out of my back,
but in any case between 00 and 04 before ….well a dark pit of shit and fake names and insanity follows with lots and lots of people counting on Kookoo cherry not being able to prove things- and thats for another day- those people have not played chess with me.
But i was sitting with some people going thru the 29 american express cards that i didnt know existed that were connected to a few HUNDRED bank accounts,and there were all the bills for Ryan Adams worst record and one of the worst records i can think of in rock and roll history ironically called”Riock and Roll ” and it was paid for by ME and mostly by my child.
and when i met Ryan we had a mild little flirtation, why not? but i made the deathly stupid decision to instead of just have very safe sex with him ( hes pretty dirty and man ive been around but im the virgin mary comparitevly) or make friends. no i fucking pimped my useless , ridiculaously terrible loser “Boyfriend” ( who ironically Edward Norton hates no one any more than this fuck and for good reason , yet Edwards OWN business manager put Barber up on West XXth street kitty corner from Edward, Barber could see into Edwards Apartment, and then he had his own Dean and Deluca account and an ABC Carpetand Home account and spent about 250,000 on furniture and another 600,000 dollars on travel, this loser who hasnt had a job since 98 – while Frances didnt have hardly enough to eat and i sure as hell didnt) i pimped Barber onto Ryan,”oooh hes a great producer”- maybe it wasbnt honourable0 i just wanted Barber gone, so maybe i used Ryan to get him gone,
yeah you listen to this shit im listening to my i tunes on right now who names a record “Rock n Roll” what assholes do that?
with these trebled up guitars my bandmate said sounded like “really horrific rem on steroids” all treble and compresssion and shit wirtten songs – but so what?
well on my amex atthat time the 858 but also from bank accounts….theres 200,000 thousnad dollar checks written to Barber for “comissions” ididnt even know where the fuck he was ! but here on Amex 28 is the entire invoice for Ryan- your ENTIRE album and meals and drugs and Hotels and outboard gear and wasted fabullous guitars STRAIGHT OUT OF FRANCES”S TRUST FUND
So you little shit, maybe you had NO IDEA right? is that why you used a hysterical voice mail of a very terrified and flipped out me- for your worst reviewed record and well deserved too, this record is shite totally one of the worst recordings ive ever heard yet Ryan you YOU spent 858,000 dolllars on this record of MY DAUGHTERS MONEY. so whats your paying me back plan? illbe in New York next week , you can start by working out your payment plan, because i will litiagate your thieving ass from here til eternity, your a thief and i used to think you had some subtsance to you then i find out your being managed or your money is by Victoria Blake? is that POSSIBLE? whata great PAL that lizard like cretin is t o you and i hope you had fun that week in :Jamaica” whilst more of my kids money was being shoved offshore- but thats not the point- Billy may have made my kid cry but i wasn’t in the room – he’s family and he always will be- he just laid his Billy trip on a person a little too young for it- I’m over it. but YOU RYAN, OWE FRANCES 858

The luminous Courtney Love found herself in a bit of a pickle this weekend when she suffered an injury (a broken toe, apparently) over the weekend and had to be helped home by a friend. Fortunately for C. Love and her knight in shining armor, a nearby shopping cart was employed to aid in locomotion — the operative word being “loco”. Naturally, the first thing that Court did upon arriving home from her painful (yet off kilter) experience was try to explain her actions on her official My Space blog … which then turned into a meandering, rambling post about how all of her money has been (is being?) stolen from her by people who have access to her computer (and randomly, Ryan Adams gets a mention) … at least, I think that’s what she’s trying to say. Here are a few photos of Courtney being pushed around in her shopping cart and a portion of her latest My Space blog post which she posted last night at 11:58pm — all grammar and typos are her own:

i got Shopping Toe

i stubbed it at Theodores then Stu and me found a shopping cart and i was limping so fucking bad he just threw me in and bam bam bam razzi razzi razzi … why am i writing on MY SPACE? cos my fucking mac is soo corrupted i am never alone and have a VERY large shared community of assholes who tally every penny they spend of mine and fucking take any letter email from any “prominent” person and delete it same with Mcgee , ALAN tell teh Icarus Line Jor kid of COURSE ill do it- i wrote you back 8 days ago but nothing i send on aol or anything on this computer is going to go out due to brendan Melissa Mccourt and Barber that fucking disgutsing lizard are still all up in my shit and now i KNOW all the shit- ALL THE SHIT
aint no 72,000,000 embezzled!
its 380,000,000 embezzled and i can easily demonstrate it- its fucking disgusting.
Kurt even “Bought” or rather me and Frances bought a now 9.8 million dollar home in Beverly Hills in 2001, he
“lives” in 153 houses wich hes purchased in the last 5 /8 yerars and i hjave every single property record and Comerica “Dissapeared” eg Banker Sonja Cochran just liek she
“Dissapeared” Kim Cobains home -eg by using the address “123 Reves apt d bev hills 90210″ to put 330 ,000 dollars in Victoria Blakes Cancerous piehole, knowing fullwell that this would repossess that property within 18 months and my “Lawyer” being c eo of “Hole Incoroprated” FORMED in July 2006 when Perez, Steves got himself a 1.6 million dollar Loan from Cochran and then theres the matter of “Dissapearing” Frances ‘s 7.6 million dollars from Mestel, Weitzmans “Power of Attorney:” and the 198,000 dollar Franchise tax Board checks that were immediatly voided in “Dollhead incoproated” an Incoproation long sicne dissolved but noan account at Comerica amongst about i assume abnother 20 ms Coc hran doesnt feel the need to tell me due to the forged Powers Of Attorney , the obvious obstructions of justice,
she was supposed to have been removed from my account and has ANYONE EVER IN THIER FUCKING LIVES had a cde come to fruition and have thier BANKER pay down their Visa service for FRAUD charges? what fucking business is it of herss espaecillay as theres a very publically filed 2.4 million dollar police report.

bankers paying fraud charges on Visas?

Dollhead inc “owned” by a 109 year old Lester Knsipel ( hes really using the SSN system to all ya lalls advantage this creepy fuck is also a CPA in AZ the number one mortgage fraud state in the union and i SWEAR he put it there all by his lonesome and with Azoffs help in some obvious cases)

a 108 year old Irving Azoff who i barely even fucking KNOW

and my former counsel Howard Weitzman

what are these men doing together and why do they OWN HOLE INCOPRPORATED wich has no FEIN ( tax) number wich matches it?

why are there 129 email addresses on my fucking aol account? on my “shared” netwrok you creepy greedy old coots- you think that stealing from a CHILD a Widow and 3 dependents will not bite you in the ass?

they “Dissapeared” 1.8 million dollars in 72 hours in “wires” they”cant tell me” where the wires went and every email from Trudie Styler or Eric or Alan Mcgee ( this is how we know lizard barbers doing it too not only was an email of mine erased almost totally the other night by Mccourt or Brendan Vaughn but it was already printed out ANYWAY and you creeps in my file can eat me)
Barbers still OBSESSED with you Alan! he still thinks your his BUDDY, ugh go away- and anytime Ryan Adams wants to fucking discuss his insanely overpriced to make piece of kack record thats on MY amex im ready to either punch him in the face or listen to what he has to say but he needs to pay me back the little shit-= hey i like Ryan fine as an artist i guess he doesnt seem to want to be Ryan Adams but it appears he likes being “Compared to Dylan”
I LOVE that
But isnt that a LITTLE OLD?
fuck it id rather Gerard Way just play Frannies sweet 16 and thank you for yoru note GW i cant write you for a few more days til i get a real IT motherfucking hacker in here cos it wouldnt be fair to share your email address with these assholes.
But youve really made my kid happy with your politeness and sweetness and i shant forget it ever, and fuck it i want big shooting pyrotechnics! in fact i think ill get me some.

sorry of this excludes alot of you i have zero way of communicating important shit with people with this many cucaraches crawling over my Computer- and Steves

as for my toe its in a splint and i have lyrics to write enough of these poison dwarves in their hundreds.

disgusting.

and oh…ouchy/

Courtney

Um. Yeah. It sounds like Courtney is really working thru something here. The middle portion, pertaining to her finances (or the pilfering of her finances, as it were) is intriguing … like, you can kinda see how her mind works by reading it. There are some hard facts (whether they be true or not) embedded in her rambling thought process (which seems really out of context, sandwiched between the news about her broken toe), she just appears to have difficulty explaining them properly … to whom is she explaining all of this to is a mystery. Courtney Love is insanely fascinating character … uh, with the operative word being “insanely”.

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Quick, grab your crucifixes and check out these new photos of the scarier-than-usual Courtney Love as she stepped out on the town in Malibu, CA this week wearing a totally see-thru dress that looks like it came from her grandmother’s attic and reeks of moth balls and Preparation H:

Halloween may be months off, but Courtney Love did a good job of frightening onlookers with her ghoulish appearance in LA yesterday. The singer’s deathly pale skin drew gasps as she stepped out for a shopping trip in Malibu in a 1920s see-through lace dress, as did her painfully frame. Her once Rubenesque figure has been reduced to just skin and bone, sparking concerns over her health.

Yeesh … C. Love is lookin’ pretty scary these days … literally. Despite the fug dress, her skinny frame and pale complexion really is kinda frightening. In recent weeks, she has admitted to suffering with bouts of depression after the remains of her late husband, Kurt Cobain, were stolen from her home … whether or not her current ghastly state is a result is anyone’s guess. Courtney has always been one to seek out the attention of others … maybe this is but her latest cry for help. This new look of hers is really disturbing … the poor woman looks a wreck!

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