macaroni mad max family

welcome to the wasteland~ this is my macaroni mad max family ~my dogs of war !!! unleashed upon the streets of Seattle

we drove around screaming~ bikes are for wimps ! asking other drivers if they would like to race~ or if they knew the way to Thunderdome ?

DEATHFALIA !!!

fake barbed wire made of yarn and pipe cleaners, silver painted macaroni~yeah

rigatoni wheel lugs- my favorite detail

during the day most other drivers just shrugged and ignored our taunts and failed to understand

the beauty of a vehicle in costume~
it was Saturday and we live in a college football town~

she died in the wasteland looking for love~ and finding candy

we handed out boomerangs and chocolate eyeballs

you think it's chicken~ but you are so very wrong

years ago there was a fanzine written from out in the wastes of long island, NY/ where a bunch of nutty punks had begun really driving muscle cars around and terrorizing people- the zine was called- Years of living dangerous-

the theory behind the spikes and shoulder pads and hair- is a medieval one- an animal nature code, the meaner and more frightening you look, the less you actually have to fight-

but i just thought, i looked~ glammy and . . .well. . . gay

but the little kids were so frightened they wouldn't even take candy and gifts from me~

we stood around throwing boomerangs and stuffing our faces ~

personnel favorite this year~ butterfinger~ such a filthy name for a candy

all the guys looked a Mee Mee with new, hornier eyes, apparently guys like big hair and hairspray~frosty lips

and to be honest~ me too ! and i didn't even know it ~ Halloween is a great learning tool

myspace bathroom shot- don't you think i'm a hot confused fruity biker~ be my friend. . . and yes i am on myspace because i'm a proud brown skinned warrior

the truth is~ that your choice of costume really does speak loudly of things held within~

p.s.

i have never had more people stare at my crotch~ for such long stretches~mind you~ a huge overstuffed codpiece encrusted with elbow macaroni trimmed in fur is quite an eye full but come on ladies, moms and children~ i have a face !

and now. . . and now !

i don't want it to ever end~ maybe i should just carry on with this life~perhaps the Apocalypse has happened~ maybe this is just the beginning of our fall to ruin~ the end of our society~ maybe the recession is the match and all of our cities and dreams will be swept away in violence and. . .and~ macaroni~

maybe i'll cut off the Mohawk tomorrow ~

i need to live this ~not as costume~ but as something grand and historical