Sunday, January 5, 2014

angelyne


she was like an alien from another planet. a planet where the only movie ever shown was 'barbarella' and the only color allowed was pink and it was considered culturally taboo for a girl to ever grow into to a woman and become more than just a mildly sentient fleshlight for the male of the species.

i kept wondering how much foundation she applied to her enormous sagging fake décolletage every day so that it matched her sun starved pink face. every time she spoke she tilted her head to the side coquettishly and tried to make her voice sound like that of a child.

6 Comments:

At January 5, 2014 at 9:43 AM , Blogger Greenpa said...

yeah, very, very creepy. Hard to look at, for me. To me, these types (all genders) have a borderline schizophrenic break with reality- I can't comprehend what they see in the mirror; since it's pretty obviously not what we see. Again- non-survivors; zombie-snacks. (In case you hadn't guessed, to me {and many I talk with} "zombie" is code for post breakdown predators...)

 
At January 5, 2014 at 9:59 AM , Blogger Greenpa said...

oh, yeah, and how did this creature get into your dreams??

 
At January 5, 2014 at 11:18 AM , Blogger shandra beri said...

Angelyne. She is a fact of L.A. life and has been around since at least the 80's. The rumor was that in the early days her boyfriend (allegedly someone else's husband) owned a billboard company and freely plastered her image all over town for years. Of course I've run into her over the years (everyone has their own 'Angelyne Sighting' story...) but have no idea how she wound up in my dream last night.

I'm in agreement with your assessment of underlying mental illness. There is so much of that here in L.A.. Sometimes you realize you've spent days (or weeks...) interacting with a preponderance of 'post procedure' people and it feels like you are in the L.A. version of Deliverance where everyone looks strange and related to one another (same noses, trout pouts and chipmunk cheek fillers...). It becomes important to look at real people.

Probably one of the reasons I don't own a television...

;)

 
At January 16, 2014 at 3:31 PM , Blogger Greenpa said...

Holy moses; I didn't recognize her. I was aware of her a decade or two ago, through Angeleno friends. Obviously she's finding enough money to keep up on the face-lifts... I wish she looked a bit happier - she sure used to.

 
At January 16, 2014 at 3:35 PM , Blogger Greenpa said...

Oh; and- about sounding like a child? Are you familiar with the Marx Brothers' "Duck Soup"? "If Icky-Baby don' stop tawkin wike dat, Big Stwong Man's gonna push AWW her teef wight down her fwoat!" Brilliant. :-)

 
At January 17, 2014 at 12:43 AM , Blogger shandra beri said...

I love "Duck Soup"!

Poor Angelyne though.... I can't imagine how she's bankrolling her low-rent plastic surgery addiction. I would think her sugar daddy had croaked by now!

 

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