Bruce Wagner - Dead Stars

Reeyonna googled what celebs had, Angelina had one about praying for the wild at —Ree wanted something trés femme on her back, not the usual disgusting tramp stamp but like a psalm from the Bible, or whatever about a biblical woman——huge-ass angelwings like Natalie Portman in Black Swan ? or maybe was that Mila. Natalie probably doesn’t have any in real life, she’s the kind of girl who’s too beautiful to get tatts. Angelina’s beautiful too but tougher, Natalie you just want to protect. I love you Natalie! ReeRee thought it might be awesome to have something hardcore for the top of her butt (Rikki called them ass antlers ) or the side of the V right above her puss or maybe wrapped around her thigh — something tight like a snake or barbed wire or lyrical like from a song by Drake or Eminem or even the bible that would be so tight — she imagined everybody clicking on her TMZ slideshows, looking so fly, topless or in a black&white Chanel bikini diving off Jay-Z/Beyoncé’s (Queen B’s nickname: JuJu) yacht (dubbed by Ree the HMS Bed, Bath and Beyoncé ) in Martinique or Sardinia or Cannes (a circled ZOOM-IN pic of Ree’s fresh raised-up skinswollen tatts, which would do in her mind until she found the right pome/lyric), with her new Justins friends Timberlake/Theroux/Bieber, Natalie (Ree & Jujubee & Natalie could share the same nanny for their babies), and Gwyneth & Reb’l Fleur, which is the nickname meaning wildflower given to Rihanna by her grandma, & the name of RiRi’s fragrance developed by or maybe just in partnership with Jay-Z. Nicki & Beyoncé & Kreayshawn/Katy Perry/Gwen Stefani had fragrances too (& Marc Anthony, but you could only get it at KOHL’S!!!!!!). . . . she put Snoop, Kreayshawn & Usher on the yacht, and Adele, and Rikki of course, Rikki the b.f., Rikki the current&future father of her child, their child (soon to be Blue Ivy’s bff), tho maybe instead of its babyface tatted on her it’d be tatted on Daddy instead, right on his sixpack, totally officially transforming him into awesome BFFF ( Best Friend Father Forever <3<3<3<3<3)… . it’d be good to have him on the yacht to look after their baby if the nanny was busy with the others’, Ree didn’t want to be worrying about changing diapers, not while she was gangbangin with Eminem and Skylar Grey—& Sasha Grey too, like that video Rikki showed her!!!!! Reeyonna sat there in the Central Library auditorium & tripped on getting fucked by Drake/Dre & Fiddy, and that freak Yelawolf too, DP’n til dawn. She thought it’d be weird getting fucked by Lil Wayne, probably a taste you had to cultivate, she thought he was so sweet but he was a ugly -looking nigga, like a devil, she wondered if he had bodystank, but if she tried which she sometimes did when she was up in the trees getting fucked by Rikki she could make herself come thinking of that youngmoney cashmoney cock… she told herself (still in her little reverie) that if her b.f./father-and-husband-to-be hooked up with Rihanna she’d be hella tight with that ;D—in her fantasia she put a few others on the boat — Jennifer Lawrence & Emily Watson & Robert Pattinson and Kristen, at the OBGYN she read a Vanity Fair saying they earned 25 million each for the last two Twilights which made them by far the poorest on the HMS Bed, Bath and Beyoncé!!!!! (in Ree’s dreams she and Rikki always had around 100 mill + another 35 coming in a year from where she knew not, the music business/movies + merchandizing/concerts/spatial appearances.) Now Nicki was on the yacht too, right? And Ye & Kim Kardash….. Rikki could Nickifuck and Kristenfuck too, Ree told herself it was only fair, she’d fuck Kristen too, Kristen Stewart was hot, she didn’t usually go that way but now & again she’d fool around with her BFFs who were all shall we say slightly broadminded , she’d fuck Kimmy K & Skylar Grey & Nicki & Jenny L——broadsminded broads on the mind Heh heh heh

M M M Money on my mind

M M M Money on My Mind

M M M Money on my Mind

Fuck bitches

Get money

Fuck bitches

GET MONEY

<3<3<3<3<3<3

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Reeyonna’s mom (Jacquie) was a photographer who became famous taking nude pre-pubescent pics of her daughter. It was a cyclical thing but back in the day there happened to be a whole crowd of arty photog moms who got their kicks from family nudies. Jacquie (that’s what Ree called her, never Mom) always had legal problems when she showed at galleries which was kind of the point because it was good for sales. She had affairs with whatever 1st-Amendment lawyers represented her, just to give em a little more incentive heh heh. Jacquie loved when her work got banned, she came alive & glowed like she was preg (Ree wondered when she was going to start to glow, and worried if the glow started too soon it might be a giveaway). Once when they almost charged Jacquie with kidporn, the gallery got so much press it totally sold out of pics & Jacquie had to go print more. The whole mom putting you in nature au snatchurel at age 8 with your Lord of the Flies hair & no tits/nohair’d slit was a total creepathon. Which definitely got creepier as Ree grew older & more self-conscious of her body.

——now she was 16, way over the hill for the mom to cash in anymore. Plus Jacquie was really struggling, hadn’t had a show in 5 years, didn’t know what direction to take her Art. Definitely couldn’t do the nudie thing again.

Reeyonna thought: it’s my time to shine .

She was slowly coming into her own and the world was starting to take notice, to pay attention in funny little ways.

Dear Reeyonna,

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The mom was always dragging her to events , like chambermusic performed in galleries, or artwalks&openings, art this’s & art that’s. The events of course being all about Jacquie promoting herself, or trying to anyway. Kind of sad. Her big brother Jerry (½brother from the mom’s first marriage) joked about Jacquie lugging Ree along as pussybait. That was true; part of Jacquie’s master plan. She called the mom Pimp My Ride to her face. Ree laughed when she saw the Keeping Up With the Kardashians where Kim gets a psoriasis outbreak before filming a commercial & their mom panicks and Kourtney tells their mom not to pretend to be worried about Kim’s health when what she’s really worried about is that the bad skin shit might ruin “the moneymaker , that big fat ass .” I love Kourtney!

But last month was cool because James Franco was the event —Central Library again — talking about a novel he wrote. Reeyonna didn’t understand how or why (anyone) James Franco would want to or could even write a novel, tho Kourtney, Kim & Khloé were writing one and asking their fans to name it. One of the perks of being the World’s Biggest Loser Artist and Has-Been was that sometimes Jacquie could hang with whoever-famous after whatever event , which was sometimes good and sometimes bad. So that was how they came to hang with James Franco (definitely good). At events , there was always that torture moment (sweet revenge for Reeyonna) at the end of each event when Jacquie slowly edged her way to the front of the room toward whoever-famous while letting Reeyonna hang back, she could tell Jacquie was shitting her thriftstore YSL slacks (Ree thought that her mother seriously needed a swag coach) over whether or not whoever-famous would recognize her — even if they once collected her back in the toast of the town nudie days. During those post- event deathmarches Jacquie always tried to be cool, pretending for her daughter she didn’t expect to be recognized, didn’t care if she wasn’t , when the truth was, if whoever-famouses were merely polite upon self-introduction, Jacquie died 1,000 deaths & the ride home would be skulky & sucky, her mother so preoccupied with her bullshit that Ree could swallow pills without really too much bothering to conceal. But sometimes the moment of torture could be avoided/mitigated by a little reconnoitering on Jacquie’s part, say, if she managed to contact the famous-whoever directly, before the Event, by personal email or cell. If that happened and the famous-whoever told her yes, do say hello, evincing a proper enthusiasm, one that seemed promising , well then they’d approach the famous-whoever at event’s end, Jacquie hovering between fear & confidence/hopefulness, & pathetically not let her daughter hang back, not just because the possibility of rejection had (for the most part) been averted, but the pussbait might just be the thing that tipped everything over in her favor…… of course she’d kept her little secret — that contact had been made — from Reeyonna — it was so pathetic! — fortunately, in the case of James Franco, the mother’s whorish maneuver had been welcomed — by his smile and some of the little things he said Ree could deduce that he knew Jacquie was coming, you could smell her coming anyway, smell her panic and toady whoriness, so pathetic to be an old hooker no one wanted to fuck on top of even still having a sliver of the need to impress your daughter with the amazing legend of who you used to be. So sick & disgusting! So World’s Biggest Loser!