two kisses too many!

one of them has got to go - my money's on jimmy!

jimmy's younger brother joey is fresh off the train from arcadia to cielo and all bets are off, seeing as how kathleen has had a crush on him since time began. good! i hope the two fall madly, truly, deeply in love with each other and jimmy cracks under the pressure. maybe he'll finally make good on that suicide threat.

now, according to hep parade magazine, jimmy is currently living with the happy couple at the 10050 love shack. all the doll has to do is slip a, "it's been real and it's been fun, but it ain't been real fun," under his pillow on the sleeper sofa and he's a goner for sure!

but on a more grave note, there must be something going on between the doll and joey, because she even took loyal's grungy bandanna off her neck and put it up on the gravedigger's rear-vision mirror. hopefully someone finds it there and throws it in the garbage where it truly belongs. i think i've discovered what direction her look is going in next, though : 90's gothic cheerleader.

today, she donned a black lace top, lavender schoolgirl skirt and a spike dog collar around her ankle. people in the streets were actualy running in the opposite direction to get away from her. and, sadly, joey and trotsky are seemingly following the trend - the two were both wearing matching jean jackets. say it ain't so!

now, believe it or not, but the front pages think that joey is in town to help jimmy move on with his life. the dailies have reported that the two are prepared to go into business for themselves. they should go into the drug-dealing business; i'm sure they'd be just tip-top at that. instead, the brothers kiss are planning on launching a magazine. jimmy wants to take photographs and joey wants to scout out the talent to feature.

they're forgetting one key element to a periodical, however, and have kept quiet on hiring a staff of writers. i'm not surprised - i doubt neither jimmy nor joey knows how to spell. if this shit really does happen, it's most certainly going to be the worst magazine in the history of magazines. the pages will be made out of old foilies and pieces of garbage and the columns will probably be written in blood. give up now, kisses!

in closing, joey may be swell and all, but if he and the doll become an item, i'm walking. she needs to learn - kat + kiss = star-crossed.

oh yeah loyal, get some of that pancake butt

as so cryptically revealed in this week's hep parade magazine, as well as other highly accredited sources, we now know the reason why kathleen is not getting freaky with jimmy kiss anymore - it's because she's getting freaky with loyal the lost boy!

the lost boys, according to street legend, are a pack of young, greasy trainhopping punks who roam the streets in search of the wayward american dream. they busk for their dope dinner, possess only the clothes on their backs and if you believe the word around the campfire, they are here for the doll. she gave them a regular gig at the riot house every tuesday. there are rumors flying around that they will help her and the pretty people create a festival to take place sometime during this summer.

now, even though jimmy has moved all of his worldly belongings - two trilbies, a pair of black denim jeans and his most-cherished dinger - back into the love shack, that does not mean she's still his baby babble. she proved that last night after she let loyal get to second base. hey, she's not sharing needles with jimmy anymore - she's a free agent.

the best part of the night came at the riot house nightclub - flashers have been pressuring the doll all week to come clean about her relationship with loyal. she must be tired of all the bullying, because she took the opportunity to say, "well, he did give me his knife - since the piggies took mine away," and then she pulled her knife out from the sheath on her hip. you know none of those photographers were the least bit scared; kathleen's had them knocking on death's door more times than few.

and, that knife isn't the only thing he gave her - someone forgot to mention the addition of one filthy, stinking bandanna to her wardrobe, which she proudly decided to sport last night like some sort of cute necklace, when it was anything but. hopefully she decides to retire this look soon, or else...

mary, mary, quite contrary

to popular belief, kathleen and jimmy kiss are not knocking boots anymore

are you kidding me?? even though kathleen dumped maynard b. 'kraut like a hot bag of stones, attached herself to jimmy's lips and allowed him to move his garbage back into the love shack - that doesn't mean that the two kisses are doing the shaky horizontal bone shuffle.
outside of the 10050 today, one of the flashers went to extremes to get the beautiful one's attention, by yelling, "is it true that you're pregnant with jimmy's baby?"

well, after the doll took a mental note of what the flasher looked like and which dark alley she was going to meet him down later, she yelled back, "pregnant? and just what gave you that idea?"

the flasher then asked, "aren't you back with kiss?"

kathleen then responded, without missing a beat, "when it comes to kiss and i, it's been real and it's been fun - but it hasn't been real fun." HUH. WHAT.

now, don't get me wrong - any day kathleen and jimmy call it quits should be made a global holiday, but i don't think that really applies here. they've been doing this dance for years now and until i see some tears, blood and squad cars out front of the 10050 - i'm not buying it.
jimmy, of course, took off on his 'no, we really are in love' tour, but the damage was done. besides, everyone knows he walks on eggshells around the doll - she writes his checks and he's in for the long haul.

and it's like nothing ever happened

here we go again

it's the summer of love and kathleen recently found herself choosing between maynard b. alberkraut and someone who could be easily confused with a wet mop. jimmy just got out of the slammer a couple of minutes ago - in something he calls a 'mixup' - and even though kathleen didn't take any time out of her super, super busy schedule of eating candies, sunning in a bikini, slugging down booze and chasing the dragon to see him behind bars, word around the campfire has it that you can now call her jimmy's girl again. she even allowed him to move all his shit - a couple of trilbies, a pair of winklepicker boots and an old iron maiden LP - back into the 10050 love shack.

good! i'm glad. i was never a chairholding member in the i love 'kraut committee. ok, maybe a little at first, but by the end, he had me asleep.....to death, i'm telling you!

there were two major turning points. firstly, kathleen went to the hep parade magazine offices yesterday morning to dot some Is and cross some Ts - she told them that maynard was a 'stunt' and that she's happily back snorting lines off of jimmy's butt again. ok, she didn't say the last part, but she was thinking it. a stunt? well, she sure had me going. i wish i were smarter.

secondly, jimmy told the front pages something today that truly made me cringle madly deeply, "she's the one - i want my ring on her finger." he's only said shit like this one other time - he got trashed in arcadia without kathleen and got lost on the streets. the fuzz somehow caught up with him and offered kiss a ride home. only problem was - he couldn't remember where the hell he lived! he told them, "you know, the house with all the flashers out front, trying to catch a glimpse of my bride." turns out he was just super verschinckered, because the next day, the doll just laughed and laughed the story away. in response to the rumor that jimmy started today, kathleen said, "no! not even on a bet!"

still, it sounds like he wants to marry her......or something. you know, he'd have a better shot at her accepting if he proposed with a ring made of candy - or black tar heroin. oh, and if he had the money to buy one. jimmy's pockets have been mighty empty since the beginning of time.
now, no one - not even loose lips sodapop - will confirm, but i believe that kathleen and maynard are finally done. i heard that the doll was tired of trying to make "boring" 'kraut get outside of himself. for example, tame maynard mostly liked to lie around in bed and read books and be a goody-goody, whereas kat and kiss used to take their breakfast cereal with champagne instead of milk; they'd throw television from hotel windows, smash glass and cut themselves up with it - no one wanted to come anywhere near them! not even headlock!
so what if maynard b. opened doors for her and lit her cigarettes? kiss lights her crackpipe and goes to jail for her. that's what love is really about.

the doll : "jimmy, who?"

baby babble takes it off for maynard's birthday in hep parade

he was thrown a lavish party last week in cielo - kathleen jumped naked out of a cake - but i juess 'kraut has a birthday that never ends, because a spread featuring a scantily-clad doll ran today in hep parade and jimmy is not feeling it.

luckily, kiss didn't have to whistle for any flashers to come to his corner - they were already there. outside of the doll's lonesome lane home, photographers asked her if she thinks the spread will 'hurt jimmy's feelings,' and kathleen responded with, "jimmy, who?" kiss was last seen with tears streaming down his face. oh well. jimmy should know by now that there's not a black heart like the black, black heart of the black-hearted doll named kat.

outside of the flophouse, where he's been staying since kathleen told him, 'see you - wouldn't want to be you!' - kiss said inbetween sniffles, "i'll see her in hell." well, once the doll finally gets around to writing and releasing ☺, she can go straight to work on JIMMY KISS IS A BIG, FAT CUNT AND OTHER OBSERVATIONS. 

kathleen to jimmy : "go away, bad dream"

no-good, do-nothing kiss hits the pavement

don't. get. me. started. word around the campfire is that kathleen has thrown jimmy out on front street and told him to never look back.

"kat and kiss are over," is what sodapop told the press this afternoon, as he set all of jimmy's shit on the curb. all of his shit meaning three trilbies, a pair of winklepicker boots, some black denim jeans and a bottle of jack.

you know, i bet the doll loves all the people she surrounds herself with; they are good for all sorts of things - like ratting her out to the fence! sodapop and trotsky were stopped outside of kathleen's love shack after kiss got the royal boot and that's when they started saying shit worthy of a good eye-roll.

they said the kisses' love is dead and that the doll was only keeping up with the charade, because she knows jimmy has no money and no where to go. she was hoping that cielo would bring them closer, but no such luck. trotsky also added, "he looks like death," much to no one's surprise.

evidently, kiss knew something was wrong when he showed up yesterday and his security code wouldn't grant him access through the gates. the best thing is, he just turned heel and immediately got a room at the flophouse hotel - which i'm pretty sure has foilies on demand through room service - and started boozing it up. so, naturally, when the flashers talked to him outside today about the breakup, he wiped away the alligator tears with a dirty paw and said, "we're not over - we're on a time-out." no, jimmy, you got dumped. it's nice to hear that you still have your sense of humor, though.

in other kiss news, he got a new job. he now works concrete - he and the streets are becoming one, because those eight-balls won't buy themselves!

nothing gets past the 312

the doll's "spoonful of sugar" sings like a canary!

ever since jimmy kiss smashed the doll's heart quicker than he would a piggy bank full of black-tar heroin, he's been running around arcadia - flapping his lips. for example - today, he filled the fence in on how great the doll was in the sack! kathleen will probably take it badly, but if anything, jimmy did her a favor - she'll be beating the boys away with a stick, starting now!

he led with, "believe what you will, but i'm the only man she's ever been with." yeah, right! he continued by saying, "when she told me it was the first time, i knew anything i did to her she would love, because she had never had anything done to her." gross. "i promise i did it good, too!" i seriously doubt that. please, somebody say he's joking! what in the fuck?

he then told a really super touching story, starring himself, kathleen and a trampoline in a friend's backyard one slippery wet summer night. jimmy said, "it was at a party - we were in the back, smoking a ciggie and she looked at me - she gave me this look. i knew right away what she wanted." he went on, but all i have to say is - a trampoline, really? are we back in junior high again? because, the last time i got down on a trampoline, i still had a locker combination - let's just be real.

after that, kiss went on a tangent about how great he was - beginning with some wild idea that he created the doll we all know and hate. in his little pea brain, he credits himself to giving kathleen her start in "the business." what business? the business of smoking crack and eating ice lollies all day?

jimmy said that his baby babble became famous overnight after he introduced her to his photographer friends. he couldn't be talking about the sleazy, industry flasher buddies who were behind the published photos of katty cakes sprawled out half-nude in what appeared to be a dope house, looking three sheets to the wind, could he? as if! jimmy is the one responsible for creating the doll, yes, but not because of that - it's because he introduced her to his good friends, heroin and cocaine. that's how she got her true start.

speaking of sleazy photographer friends - the same gang will be shooting a film on katty cakes, entitled, DIG! to be released in the late summer, around the same time as her book. and yes, i do believe they are releasing it in the summer of never, because ☺ will never be finished!

jimmy brought the attention back on him and wrapped up his tour down memory lane by presenting the flashers with love bites and scratches on his back, as well as polaroids from kathleen naked - doing everything from swimming to housework. if that's not class, i don't know what is. he made some other comments worthy of a good eye-roll, but i can make a long story short better than he can - the doll loves sex, but she loves drugs more! she likes to go at it all night long and is into kink. slap her around a bit and you won't be able to get rid of her, but tell her to call you "daddy" and she'll be gone before you can try to take it back!

honestly, jimmy should have known better - anything you do with the doll, you take to the grave!

and, from the sounds of it, kiss is firing blanks.

they're kiss until the death...

...or at least until they break up

now, no one will confirm shit - not even loose lips sodapop - but i suspect that jimmy has left katty cakes like a hot bag of rocks on front street for, well, for a lot of reasons. and who can blame him? the doll is the president of the worst girlfriend ever society and wrote the rulebook. i'm just saying. but to dump someone on their birthday?? unforgivable!

jimmy totally believed the doll's lies when she said that she and beau weren't shacking up while he was in jail, but she just had jimmy in a cloud of coke smoke and was bewitching him with promises of smoochy-wooches and kissy-wisses. it was all a sham! as soon as beau was arrested, the doll immediately ran to his side and that didn't sit well with jimmy. now that beau is out of jail thanks to the doll's hard earned cash, kiss finally threw up his hands and left the doll on the curb for, "beau to pick up the pieces." zing!

jimmy kiss is serious and even changed his address from : kathleen's pocket, 312 skid row, arcadia, to : one of the small squats above the disco room nightclub for £65 a week, cally alley, arcadia. he's far enough away from the doll for her to miss him, but close enough in case she decides that she wants him back.

with jimmy out of the way, kathleen now has lots and lots of time to do important shit, like kick it with beau, slam heroin, finish the next bible, guzzle hooch, sew sodapop's mouth shut, foilies and smoke her weight in doobies. sounds like her life is going to be great without kiss! what's the problem?

and, for what it's worth - those two will be back to shooting each other up in no time.