“Vandalism,” Eli said solemnly. Elias took a few steps forward, standing at the sign for a moment, head bowed and crossing his chest. “Imagine I just lay on the ground completely nude and hold the sign between my two butt cheeks,” he suggested. “Feel like it’d be good promo. You know if the free ad is that depraved, the show is gonna be like… A Serbian Film.” Gesturing toward Mickey’s brother, he spoke to her. “Is he mute?”
“Tell that to Banksy,” Mickey droned in her dry Californian twang that was about as real as the Sharon Stone wig Ferret was sporting, lopsided, so it covered his blood shot eyeballs. “Nah, I’m just dragging around a mannequin." Using one of his arms to reinforce her point, Mickey waved it around at Elias. Nothing said welcome home like her visiting brother catapulting down the steps leading off a private plane, up to his dizzy pupils in whatever prescriptions he could stuff down his pants. “Pleasure to meeteth thee!” Ferret eventually coughed out, returning to the land of the conscious if only to tug his wig an inch upwards, gaze about the happenings of the carnival then pull it down again, unimpressed. “Everything’s fucking depraved,” Mickey went on, ignoring his emergence like she was already bored with it. “We’re all starving for something, like--... real. Fuck, maybe we should protest.”
with a rather large of strawberry-flavored cotton candy in her hands, the brunette cut the line of the ferris wheel ( deserving a couple of glares ) and moved towards the passenger-carrying components where a free spot next to someone was taken by her swift movement right before the ride took off. she was fully aware she came uninvited ; which explained why she slowly removed her heart-shaped sunglasses and looked at her new companion with a sugary-sweet smile. “ want some ? “ she asked, right before popping a piece of cotton between her pearly whites, acting as if them to sit together on this ride was fully planned from the beginning.
“Jeez. Thought you were coming to straddle me for my autograph.” Disappointed was not even the word. Since her glitter bombed arrival at the carnival, she’d only had a couple of side eyes, possibly from disgruntled girlfriends, hugging their other halves a shred closer to protect them from the assless chaps and mermaid leotard Mickey was sporting that night. “Up and away, I fucking guess.” Eyes rolled and lips pursed, Mickey slumped further into her seat, limbs protruding from the barrier like she was hoping she might slip entirely from it. “I’m on an all carb diet.”
to anyone who knew him, the color scheme was a bit out of place for him. a man obsessed with colors ranging from dark grey to black, pastels were never something he though he’d be wearing. but there kit was: pale blue long tank and soft lemon board shorts with white vans. even his usual black rimmed ray-ban sunglasses were replaced with white rimmed sunglasses. his cheek, which was somewhat stubbly for once as the days had been busy, also sported a sloppily painted butterfly whose wings consisted of glittery pinks and shiny purples. “don’t be alarmed!” kit warned with a hearty laugh. “my daughter’s dance company is doing the face painting so that’s why I’m rocking this sick new ink here.” a smile resting on his lips. “I think I should just get a tattoo of this. it suits me.”
Mickey was donning a pair of bright neon shades, plastic caterpillars working around the rim which she wiggled with a childish abandon as she bounced up to Kit. “S’up Dilfy? Love, love, love the new ink. Frosted tips that Elvis do of yours and I’d mistake you for Guy Fieri.” Slurping up the remains of her Cherry Garcia milkshake, Mickey squinted from behind the protection of her kiddie glasses. “I mean, he had tattoos--... right?” Another slurp later, she carelessly interjected, “my friend nearly sucked his dick once.”
Mickey’s arms were flung around her brother Ferret, a trainwreck of a gangly boy, drenched in twinkles of indigo and flecks of silver, like a comet that’d crash landed and sunk next to an out of place Freak Show sign. “Fucking love this shit, wish it was still PC’. Feel like a gawk at a peg legged swamp hag or whatever they used to show in there.” Upon closer scrutiny, Mickey had actually crossed out Costume Pageant, then replaced it with her own Nars lipstick sign, which she was now fondly circling using a saliva swabbed lollipop. “Like my handy work?” She then underlined a crude drawing of an imp, with a large member dangling from between it’s legs. “Love to catch a monster like that one day.”
CIS FEMALE — ever hear people say MIABELLA “MICKEY” LOPEZ looks a lot like ALEXA DEMIE? I think SHE is about 21, so it doesn’t really work. The CHILD ACTRESS is here because SHE’S EVICTED FROM THE SPOTLIGHT AFTER HER THIRD DUI and they are from BEL AIR, LOS ANGELES. They can be WILD, but they can also be AUDACIOUS. I think MICKEY might be A SHEEP. ( pand. 25. GMT. she/ha. )
helo its ur girl... P! (pand not diddy) i haven’t written slash grouped in ten billion years so insert gif of cowboy sauntering back into his local saloon after being presumed dead and eaten by crows in the wilderness. here’s my new crazy spawn, enjoy her friends and foes!!!
self professed duisaster, washed up child star but don’t voice this or u will receive a swift hoof to the teeth with one of her clunky vintage clogs she threw glitter on to cover up the bleach stains from years of polishing out tequila vomit. class is as dead and gone as her childhood hamster Mitzy, flushed too soon bcs he stunk, but :/ oh well
so mickey was adopted at five, not for any grandiose reason but bcs she drew so exceptionally outside the lines tht her kiddy portraits resembled an abstract pollack and Marilyn Voltaire saw $omething in h$r (it was Fame and fortune. but oh she was wrong and scorned by this bratty child). mickey is an anomaly, not by default, but by defiance, if marilyn wanted a trish walker? she got a jessica. if marilyn wanted her to jump? she rode the prize shetland over the fence and crashed thru the picnics, breaking her adopted sister’s ankle in the process...
(bitch deserved the bone snap) Joanna. lovely, bouncy curly, rosy and reddening lips joanna. the prize which u didn’t toss to keep trying for the jackpot. bcs everything was about the jackpot with this unfortunate Bel Air family. but how could u complain when u were dragged from the rags to the riches, except whomst asked?
so mickey ws one of five, two fled the nest persuing boring careers in dentistry and law, joanna became the poster child for brand sponsorships, getting her own mac lipstick within three years, scoring billboards of her magazine spreads, starring on the cover of Vogue in China... which mickey reminded her wasn’t the us, so she could shut the fuck up
her remaining sibling, fondly known as Ferret, is Mickey’s twin brother simply bcs they’re similar ages and equally as petty, glamorous and glitter splashed. vanity comes before fair in their broken doll house, not only were they chosen together for this lavish life as child slaves prodigies for Marilyn’s whimsical whims to become a curator of the arts, they both did little with it: Ferret becoming known on the drag circuit after a dwindling career in theatrical arts and Mickey being booted from Disney, and a subsequent reality show about ex-child stars which she was tricked into thinking was about what a mesmeric queen she’d become since puberty
so yah after appearing in the press for eccentric fashion choices and her ridealongs with the Hollywood brat pack, boots flung over the wing mirror as Ferret cruised along, wig flying off with the high speeds they managed when inebriated, Mickey was told by Marilyn she needed to clean up or be cut off, Forevah. so Mickey is teaching a drama class, or mor like guest appearing, living in a gaudy apartment while the heat from her third dui pays off. THE ENDDDDDDD!!!!!!!!!!!
also she believes pablo escobar is her true father
idk that got long and i probably missed shit out but Slurps Milkshake, that’s all folks!
working with children is a wild fucking experience yall. this morning at work one of our second graders got my attention and was like “you know what word my mom told me not to say? PUSSY.” and i was like “then why did you just say it??” and she went “i dunno” and then dabbed
A child came up to me in the park
and asked for a cigarette.
Her eyes were startled cats,
her voice, a chandelier.
I don’t smoke, I said.
She took a seat beside me
on the bench, resting her head
against my shoulder.
Her hair smelled like an old
dictionary cracked open
after rain. I want tenderness,
she said, as a row
of pigeons crashed
against the trees
like good china.
Rachel McKibbens, “Let’s Crawl Into That Photograph & Stay There for a While” (via pigmenting)
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