the doll and jimmy kiss reunited over retro cult TV show
you unlock this door with the key of imagination. beyond it is another dimension -
a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind.
you're moving into a land of both shadow and substance, of things and ideas.
you've just crossed over into the twilight zone.
-twilight zone; 1960
let's take it back to a couple of months to late december/early january...kathleen was living in grimaldi in her big ass ocean-front mansion, most likely ignoring joey kiss, silently packing all her shit, plotting to leave him; changing quetzy's diapers and singing her nursery rhymes, being a singer-songwriter, smoking doobies....oh and apparently watching loads of TV with her ex-BF and falling madly back in love with him!
hep parade magazine reported that while jimmy had been staying with her in grimaldi, the two spent loads of time together and it's truly no whodunit as to why they're back together. but, according to jimmy kiss himself, you can thank the twilight zone. he told a reporter that, no, it wasn't done just despite his little bro joey. and no, it wasn't because they've always secretly been together and all other boyfriends were publicity stunts.
he said that the two were together a series of nights, yet would not disclose exact dates, during a stormy weekend in grimaldi - when joey was not around and "on the level" (most likely a reference to him being strung out) - was when it all went down. but, come on, you do the math! those two, left alone unsupervised, during a weekend of thunder and lightening? it's no wonder she's not knocked up! i may not know much, but one thing i know is that the kiss men are doll kryptonite. her one weakness.
i can just see it now : jimmy and kathleen, shacked up - sans quetzy - going hand-in-hand down the memory lane of their failed relationship. twilight zone doo-doo-DOO-doo, doo-doo-DOO-doo intro playing softly in the background; blankets askew on the sofa, portentous of the two cuddling up while the sounds of a tropical grimaldi storm brewed above them. candles flickering on the walls. rod serling cutting the sexual tension with clues as to what part of the twilight zone the pair will be venturing into next...
i don't know where they're going and i don't care. i'm just here for the ride, baby. and i have a feeling you are too.