iamjustcara replied to your photo: From his final interview. Pierrecourt was dying…
after he’s “deaL”???
Grrr. Fixed. Thanks.

iamjustcara replied to your photo: From his final interview. Pierrecourt was dying…
after he’s “deaL”???
Grrr. Fixed. Thanks.
From his final interview. Pierrecourt was dying of lung cancer and syphilis simultaneously, but he was still unrepentantly chainsmoking and engaging in sodomy until the very end. When asked if he had any regrets, he coughed into a bloody rag for half a minute, before saying, “None”, then going on an extended rant about the bastard who would one day “rape and exploit” his legacy by writing a book about him. (This rant is quoted in its entirety in the forward to Pierrecourt: Some Bastard Wrote a Book about Me. ) The 87-year old Pierrecourt then tried to seduce the 34-year old male reporter, calling the man an “arrogant queer-bucket” upon his polite refusal. The interview was still completed.
My dog and Jill’s cat just engaged in he cutest play-fight together, just now. He was on his back, waving his feet in her face, and she was on her belly, sniffing and slapping a paw at him. This has never happened before, because Stella usually gets too sloppy-dumb-dog rambunctious and ruins the whole thing. It looks like she’s finally learning how to interact with a skittish cat just in time for them to move to different homes and never see each other again.
I just made myself sad.
A notorious practical joker and practitioner of a broad and cruel brand of humor, it was often difficult to tell when Pierrecourt was being sincere. Soon after this rant was transcribed by Frederich Beautemps, the following took place, according to his biography:
Rene then threw the bag of ‘medicinal” hashish savagely at my face and proceeded to spend the next 17 minutes (my watch confirmed this) miming a grotesque act of masturbation into the face of his beloved cat, Waldo.
J. Rene Pierrecourt was a man of vast and unusual appetites, as evidenced by this second-hand quote from an aging Parisian courtesan, first published in the posthumous biography Pierrecourt: Some Bastard Wrote a Book about Me, written by disciple and admirer Frederich Beautemps, himself a personality of some note (witness The Berlin Portfolio: Filth and Grace, to which he was a chief contributor).
Pierrecourt was a prolific admirer of the female form, as a perusal of his sketches will tell.
Pierrecourt liked a little extra butter on his pastries.
J. Rene Pierrecourt is one of my favorite thinkers. He really understood the way life works and what truly matters. I’ll post some of my favorite quotes of his over the next couple days.
I totally posted my naked self on the wrong day!
This is more embarassing than the fact that I posted a nude photo earlier this week.
My priorities are all fucked up.
…that I was reading the chud.com print edition (?), and they had a section on “bloggers to watch,” and I was on their list, identified as “sogoddamn,” and they printed a random sentence from one of my posts as a sample of my style (it wasn’t even funny), and the moral of this tale is that I spend a LOT of time on the Internet and am apparently starving for some kind of validation.