Q: are you writing this from inside trotsky's coffin?

A: DUH

um, is it just me or is kathleen a handful of pills away from ending it all? if you don't agree now, perhaps you will after reading her latest installment for hep parade.

Q: Mulholland or the Isle of Grimaldi?
A: grimaldi - going to mulholland makes me want to slit my wrists
Q: You know, for Trotsky's sake, you shouldn't joke about wanting to kill yourself.
A: you think i'm kidding
Q: When you were a child, what did you want to be when you grew up?
A: i wanted to be able to write a mean book; and now, my books are so mean, that they never call their mother
Q: So, just how did you get your reputation?
A: by being the bitch that nobody wants to be
Q: No, really - how did someone like you get to be so famous?
A: someone like me???? um, i used to be the prettiest doll in arcadia and now i'm the prettiest doll in cielo
Q: I thought HEP! was a great dedication to the friendship that you and Trotsky shared - congratulations.
A: you obviously didn't 'get' HEP! then
Q: You are such a stupid slut. Do humankind a favor and disappear - you can take your little party dresses and your dollies with you.
A: many a true word spoken in jest
Q: If only you knew the people that I have keeping tabs on you - you would probably think twice about the things you do.
A: HEADLOCK??????????????? WTF i've done nothing incriminating.........yet
Q: I read a gossip report recently that said you fell asleep during a phone interview and cited the reason as you were "high as a kite off of heroin" - any truth in this?
A: I THINK DOPE IS DOPE - what's it to you?
Q: Are you a morning person?
A: NO WAY - especially not today. someone had been calling me all morning since 666 o'clock. some of us still live fast and die young, you know? and it just had to be someone from the fence! none of my friends wake up that early - they stay up that late
Q: I'm sure that you're tired of being badgered about Trotsky and all the elements surrounding his death, but I've always had a question about him and figured it was now or never - why did Trotsky select the 69th room at the Riot House as his suite?
A: R U FUCKING WITH ME? trotsky was as camp as a row of pink tents
Q: What did you think when Hep Parade Magazine told you to write another fanmail piece?
A: I THOUGHT 'O GREAT, I CAN'T WAIT TO TALK ABOUT DETH IN NOVEMBER
Q: I miss the normal Kathleen - when is she coming back to Planet Earth?
A: ROFL - WHEN WAS I 'NORMAL?'
Q: You probably won't spill, but were you the one who gave Trotsky the 'barbies?'
A: well, that depends - is it a crime that the pigs just write a little ticket for; or is it a crime where they puts my hands behind my back and wrap those darling silver bracelets around my wrists?
Q: Why the Jimmy tattoo?
A: U SAY 'WHY?' - I SAY 'WHY NOT?'
Q: Could you give me an estimate of the percentage of people around you that snort coke?
A: 100% this is cielo DUH
Q: Gibby Bastien is naturally gorgeous, whereas you have to pancake your makeup on and yet you still look like you rolled out of the grave. I'm glad Jimmy Kiss has moved onto a more mature woman and left the little girl in the playground.
A: WTF? playground.....grave.....natural.......U CAN SAY WHATEVER, BUT GIB HAS YET 2 ENTER THE 10050
Q: What is the last thing Trotsky said to you?
A: "doll, i can't breathe in here."
Q: Well, then what's the last thing that you said to Trotsky?
A: "but, baby, you are safe - in here."

it's almost like kathleen has spent one too many hours hovering over her favorite framed picture of trotsky, blowing lines. she probably thinks she can talk to his ghost now too. quick! someone check the doll's pulse - i want to be 100% sure that she's still with us.

jimmy kiss hemmed up at 10050 love shack

streets are now a little safer

kiss was popped today, right out front of the lonesome lane home he used to share with the doll, having just returned from retrieving his belongings. oh, and he might have 'borrowed' a few crack rocks from kat's personal stash. hey! now, i know what you're thinking, but he at least wrote one of his famous IOUs. the 's' clearly stands for shit, because he will never get around to paying her back.

jimmy wasn't arrested for violating his restraining order - surprise, surprise - he was arrested for simple possession of marijuana. bummer, i was expecting a felony.

the beautiful one has been unavailable for a comment on her sleazy ex, as she is currently redecorating her recently acquired farmhouse in monticello - some say she's in hiding since kiss wouldn't take a hint and some say she's avoiding the cielo police force as the word is they will be investigating over a bunch of leads about the riot house being a haven for drugs, gambling and all sorts of other illegal activities. please! they aren't going to do shit. the police will start investigating the riot house right after they get on their magical unicorns and fly off to planet never.

if you ask me, the fuzz should just do themselves a favor and keep jimmy's cell ready at all times. it's only a matter of time before he gets thrown in the clink again. i mean, you know he's got a 'home, sweet home' plaque on the wall; his slippers are in the corner and there's a shelf he built for his best trilbies.

i really should stop all the kiss hate. compared to 'kraut, he's a total live wire. it's like the doll's the vein and jimmy's the needle. together, they're the ultimate combo, but apart, it's just not the same. besides, maynard is about as thrilling as vanilla ice cream.

the doll's new toy

kathleen has revealed to the fence that he has a new man in her life, now that she's sacked wet mop jimmy kiss. she has been snapped out numerous times with maynard b. alberkraut, her friend from arcadia who is currently working at the riot house in hotpants, dancing on tables. i don't believe it - the picture inside the doll's locket will always be of jimmy kiss.

their romance became official at the opening riot house bash last weekend - she showed up with 'kraut and kiss, although he was banned from attending, went stag.

maynard became close to kathleen after the 312 knifings and before long, was in her inner circle. he spent time holidaying in mulholland with the doll and recently, the two took a trip upstate, to the farmy monticello to purchase property for, well, it's a surprise. baby babble told the papers, "i can't tell you what it's for - it's a surprise! it's for me to know and you to find out." you know that's just doll code for : my drug dealing hub. just you wait. in a couple of months, there's going to be a big drug bust in monticello. believe!

people close to her - aka sodapop - told the papers that the two get along like a house on fire and that kathleen thinks he's the perfect gentleman. well, of course she would! jimmy kiss was the imperfect gentleman. after seeing how kiss behaves, i'm convinced that he was either raised by wolves or savages. or both! his take on life is totally warped. come to think of it, it's just jimmy that's warped.

if you ask me, maynard b. alberkraut is a total bore. aside from being ticketed for minor in possession of tobacco - when he was sixteen - curfew and parking on the wrong side of the street, he's a snooze! for a while, everyone thought that he was the doll's new drug dealer, but after sizing him up - i highly doubt that.

'kraut makes me yawn! there's not a wild bone in his body. i mean, shit, in high school, jimmy kiss knocked up a cheerleader and she broke his heart by getting an abortion, so he brought a gun to school and the rest is history! i don't like jokes so i'm not even kidding. oh and p.s. - he was star of the football team. can you imagine? kiss doesn't have the lung capacity to go up and down the stairs, let alone a field! i suspect the doll had something to do with the write-up of his 'official' - officially bullshit, maybe - autobiography page on the world wide web. kiss was born in the gutter and he will die in the gutter. and you know that kathleen didn't attend high school because she didn't need to - she was born a genius. she was also born blonde, so don't get it twisted.

in other doll news, the beautiful one confessed that she has plans to take her family of freaks on tour - "we've received a warm welcome from the crowds in arcadia and mulholland, not to mention right here in the valley; we're gearing up right now for a movement." gearing up is right on the money. gearing up with gear! she said, "so, look out your window - because we'll be coming to a town near you!"

yes, it has been a busy couple of weeks for the sunshine kid - from breaking up with longtime loverboy jimmy kiss, to all of her work with hep parade magazine, to opening the riot house, to shacking up with maynard - and now a tour announcement. b. alberkraut told the papers that he hopes she hasn't "piled too much on her plate." earth to maynard! first lesson : this girl doesn't eat! so, there should be no problems.

back to the garden

"kids are walking barefoot all over cielo" 

if you were to stand on any high road in the valley right now, you would see select packs of the doll's freaks roaming around - about thirty or so more than usual. they are filling up the downtown streets faster than the doll smokes a gram. no, jimmy kiss hasn't dropped dead from a broken heart yet and they're gathering for his funeral - kathleen has opened up her home to the pretty people. most of them arrived by train early this morning and, according to sodapop, they will continue arriving all summer. baby babble has reopened the revolving doors of her 10050 love shack and turned it into a campground for all the young lost kids of cielo, arcadia and mulholland. these are the kids who will totally be famous in a couple of years. the 10050 is like finishing school. sodapop said;

"dig it, this is the scene - we're getting together a bunch of flintstone kids, punkers, bikies, flower children, silver spooners and buskers and we're going to find out what happens when we all party together." 

i'll bet the neighbors are thrilled.

all of the beautiful one's freaky friends have already set up camp at her lonesome lane estate - and by that, i mean they've seriously set up camp there. tents are scattered throughout the three acre property; she's even had six yurts built on and below the hillside to house her pretty people. the bulk of the freaks consist of your usual poor-little-rich-kid artist types, booted out of their upscale homes and cast into the real world. lost and still a little wet behind the ears, it was only natural that they ended up at the doll's.

like i said before, she's already given maynard b. alberkraut and ludo ludovic the most important jobs at the riot house - wearing gold hotpants and dancing on tables - so the freaks will be fighting over the dregs. some will slave at the riot house and the others at hep parade. kathleen has already made it clear that if, "you don't work, you don't eat," so those that aren't working with her will be on their own. i foresee a run in the busking occupation of downtown cielo in the very near future.

that's about all i know - i'm packing my bindle stick on the quick and hopping the next train to cielo. i've got dream to be a freak and only the doll can make that a reality!

 

wild honeypie will open the riot house in cielo

right on the strip in the valley and everything

the riot house is soon to be known in cielo as the end-all of hotel-nightclubs, because the doll has given it her sunshine touch. she's opening up the joint under her name and you know she's only doing it to drink for free. a hotelier, by the name of rudy rubideaux, is helping her with all the angles.

back on subject, she told hep parade magazine that when it comes to the riot house, she wants to emulate some of the idyllic rock 'n' roll hotels of long ago, as well as give it her signature hep look. she considered opening in mulholland for a hot minute, but finally decided upon cielo after her move from arcadia. renovations began earlier this year, once the doll purchased the the benz high school building. katty cakes has transformed the nine acre property, originally built in 1881, into a really happening scene.

instead of a gymnasium in the east wing, there's a grand ballroom - intended for formal dinners, masquerades, balls and other elegant affairs. the ballroom is decorated with the utmost extravagance - a massive dome, constructed of wrought ironwork and glass covers the entrance; inside, false windows with mirrors and mirrored glass open the hall, making it more light and bright. the 72-foot high ceiling is composed entirely of glass - the massive skylight opens up the beautiful cielo sky, day or night.

the ballroom connects to an auditorium in the middle of the hotel; the theatre was left as-is and renovated to its former state. the kitchen is located in a separate building, cater-cornered to the bungalows; in the basement, sits the riot house bar and nightclub - the street entrance can be found on benz alley. everything reeks of the doll - in the bar, above the dance floor is a giant "man in the moon with a cocaine spoon." i can't even make this shit up. the moon and the spoon are suspended above at opposite sides of the room and meet when the glittering, cocaine-dusted spoon goes back and forth into the moon's nose. the busboys for the bar are going to wear gold hot pants and nothing else - kathleen said, "their job is to wipe off the tables and then dance on them." trotsky, maynard b. alberkraut, sodapop and ludo ludovic make up the bartending and wait staff.

in a building that hosts so much history of cielo, the doll felt that it was inappropriate to demolish and affirmed that the added relics would only appeal to patrons more.

the riot house sits on the intersection of benz street and bethel boulevard. the hotel has one hundred rooms, twenty-five suites, five garden cottages, five poolside cottages and five penthouses. the property itself is surrounded and filled with lush gardens, in which three ample mountain pools are contained. guests will revel in things like in-room safes, personalized stationary, limousine services, fine hand-stitched linens, laundry facilities and 24-hour room service - food can be ordered from the rooms or the bar. the rooms differ, but features range from working fireplaces, hardwood floors, full kitchen and dining areas, private entrances, attached carports, landscaped courtyards, wraparound terraces and private gardens. basically, anything you want, you can have - at the riot house. and yes, that's means drugs too. i mean, this is the doll we're talking about.

the opening ceremony will take place this weekend - the who's who of arcadia, mulholland, cielo and even people coming in special from the isle of grimaldi will be there - or be square.

beau badman is missing the point

a restraining order means the same as "i love you" to him

everyone knows that the big, heart-shaped foilie that was the love between beau and kathleen has long since been smoked up. she wished him the best and kiss pretty much wrote his obituary. now that the remaining heir of the badman family fortune has plenty of time to focus on himself, the kisses are focusing on keeping the crazy out of their lives.

to start, kathleen and sodapop had trotsky drive them into the cielo valley to obtain a restraining order against beau. apparently, he has been trying to get into her 10050 love shack every night now and has even taken to following trotsky and sodapop when they leave.
she said, "when i first met him, i was at the l'amour bar and he came in from the rain. he told me he had no where else to go and so i told him i'd take him in - for one night. that night turned into months. and that's the story of beau goodman."

in recent times, it’s fair to say that the kisses have been friendly towards beau. he was occasionally invited to stay over and kathleen even helped him get a small gig with hep parade magazine. according to trotsky; "when jimmy left for mulholland, beau started to come over more often and it seemed he and kathleen had worked things out. then, a couple weeks later - she asked me to change the locks."

wow, she must really be serious this time if she went and changed the locks and everything! i mean, this isn't her first time dealing with psychos who have nothing better to do than find ways to break in, so i'm sort of surprised she didn't give headlock the go-ahead to take a sniper position on the roof or something. changing the locks won't do shit!

kathleen added, in a really dramatic voice, outside of her house that beau would not be invited to the doll's reopening of the 312 human slaughterhouse taking place in a couple of weeks. all of her real friends were invited to arcadia to pay their respects and help kathleen lock up the house until they're "damn good and ready to open it again." good! lock up the haunted house and throw away the key! that place is like an indian burial ground now.

kathleen doesn't need a restraining order - she could just wear a bar of soap on a string around her neck at all times to steer clear of the badman.

wild honeypie alleges that her 312 doll manor is "haunted"

insists that she saw ghosts roaming the grounds

the good doll has been living at 312 skid row for almost six years and yet she might be packing up and moving out soon. she's convinced the property is haunted.

baby babble just recently got back together with jimmy kiss, who is going to be spending lots and lots of time at work in party-haven mulholland. his schedule will have him away from home for about a month - which leaves kathleen getting drunk and high by herself. it's no wonder she recently told hep parade that she's been thinking of moving! the doll recanted one of her typical 312 nightmares for the magazine:

"i was alone at the house one night, asleep, when something woke me up. i'm not confident in what it was, but it seemed like every noise in the house had me spooked. i was just so afraid. i sat up in bed and while i was looking around the room, i suddenly became aware of someone standing in the doorway - it was a creepy-looking woman. she walked towards me and sat right at the foot of the bed. i slipped on my robe and made a mad dash out of the bedroom. as i headed down the stairs, i stopped dead in my tracks. there, at the foot of the stairs, was the same woman - but this time she was more frightening. she had a rope around her neck and a slashed throat. then, oddly, as soon as the vision had come - it was gone. i poured myself a stiff drink, convinced i'd seen a ghost. the 312 is haunted, i'm sure of it."

you know the people of arcadia are thinking, "nicely played - kat : 0, ghosts : 1."