Miss Jack Davey in Clutch Magazine !

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CHI : july 11 !

yay yay !

hi (#)5 !

brook , SOCKETUMi , & i would love to thank all of u beautiful J*DaVeYBabies for you undying love & support . we strive to be better for u , & u guys continue to prove that u love us just the way we are . because of u we currently hold the #5 spot on itunes' Top Electronic Albums chart .



wow .
it's such an honor to have our baby on the same list as m.i.a , portishead , justice !
pls continue to take this journey with us . it's gonna be a looooooong ride . . . .

taz arnold , the fascinating cubist .

my boy has crazy style . . .

i rebuke thee , winehouse !

wow .
are we really still supporting this ?
in one short year of superstardom she has managed to practically kill not only herself , but her beautiful singing voice . not to mention she has continually embarrassed herself & her family with absolutely no remorse or concern of consequence .
yet
she's still getting over .
who is really to blame ?
could it possibly be us ? the consumer who loves to watch her train wreck daily so much so that we continue to support her drug habits by buying her records . . .
is it the show promoters who keep paying her millions to ruin high profile events with her mockery of who she used to be ?
here's a drug addict who has no intentions of getting better (& who was recently released from a short stint at a hosptial after being diagnosed with emphysema) being asked to perform at nelson mandela's birthday party . i guess erykah was unavailable ? .
i'm not kicking the poor girl while she's down , i'm just being real : how do we suppose she'll get better when we keep giving her kudos despite her obvious lack of concern for herself ? at this point it's really disgusting to watch & i have half a mind to believe that if this was rihanna all smacked out & disrespectful on (& off) stage all bets , endorsements , future shows , & engagements would be null & void .
but
i won't take it there . . .
lets encourage mrs . fielder-civil to get better by not supporting her nasty habits .
yeah .
i officially boycott this waste of good talent . i would hope that my fans would do the same if they saw me in such severe distress . as an artist who truly takes this seriously it's a slap in the face to see such talent go down the drain . i no longer choose to take part in it . if u would like to continue putting drug money in this broad's pockets , please feel free . i guess she has to kill herself before someone actually starts to give a shit . . .

continue on .

dear Hype :

you've still got it .

heart ,
m j d .

Brook D'Leau es suupear Kewl !

peep his interview with Rest In Beats . . .

tasty tasty .

i gotta go to portugal* !

*edit : yes georgie, he is in fact from portugal . thx !

consistently fierce .

crazy bitch .

mr timberlake , is that you ? ?

i say goddamn .

g i m m e .

the versace lamborghini murcielago .
i'd look good in this . . .

r e u n i o n .

it's been 5 years since i graduated from sarah lawrence college , so me & my school friends decided to meet on campus for the alumni reunion . i was only able to go for one night , but fun was had by all .

































ahhh
the memories . . .

the monster on "the first time" .

my first time wasn’t really the first , but i didn’t tell him that .
his bottom bunk bed held a familiarity to my girlhood that i couldn’t quite place , yet all the while it was making me even more uncomfortable than i already was . yes . i had finally reached the day that most of my friends , unbeknownst to me , had already reached . yes . i was afraid at the prospect of pain equaling what my one ace described as “shoving both fists in one’s mouth fast & repeatedly” . eek . i gotta get this over with , i thought , so that day i did on the bottom bunk of his room . i brought it up to his dismay ; we were simply friends who got together some afternoons to do nothing & here i am asking him to “help me get it over with” . like any normal seventeen year old boy of course he much obliged .
yes .
shoving my fists in my mouth is a mild, yet fair comparison especially when u consider i sat down on it on the count of 1 . . . 2 . . . 3 . . . ouch . & while i was afraid to really move after such an abrupt pelvic catastrophe i did manage to let my mind wonder other more important things : what do i say when it’s done ? . . . i coulda had a v8 . . . why does he have a bunk bed in his room at this age ? . . . important matters indeed . then the boredom set in . 5 whole minutes of “what just happened ?” , & less than 10 minutes later i was on my way home . i couldn’t stop thinking about the bunk bed , asking myself why it seemed so familiar to me . i never really fancied the bottom bunk , but who does ? was it really abt the bunk bed or the old school g . i . joe sleeping bag comforter ? like really , how old are u anyway ? what did i just do ? i’m such a monster .
anyway
i let the bunk bed anomaly rest after 3 weeks when i met someone with a regular bed & more finesse . yes . he turned those pelvic catastrophes into volcanic eruptions . he taught me all abt the dance that occurs between two bodies . he lied to me . he cheated on me . he gave me heartaches , body pains , unwanted growing tummies , & a promise to walk the talk . ha . thank god i’m smart enough to know better . after him came real love , or so i thought . then came the one after anothers . the i don’t know what you’ve done to me but i love yous . the gimme gimmes . the ur not doing enoughs . the long depressing email writers . the who knews ? the what ifs ? the i thought u were but u arents . so forth , so on . falling out just as fast as i fall in . the heart breaker . the trouser snake . the what are u really looking for ?
who ? if anybody at all .
i’m not averse to falling . when i do i fall hard & i never seem to land on my feet . is that not the point ? to experience & go thru the motions until u make a (seemingly) perfect match ? honesty being key , is it unfair to hurt another for the sake of ur own emotional sanity ? is anything unfair ? if it’s based on how one truly feels can it ever be wrong ?
i
am
a
monster .
i’m wild enough on my own . i’m always searching for the one thing that can completely reel me in . i want to be protected . perhaps i want to be tamed . or maybe . . .
oh .
g . i . joe sleeping bag . friday night sleepovers at auntie’s house with videos & all the junk food we were never allowed to have at my house . the video would start , the lights would go out , & then it was just us two . he bigger than i & scary to me at that age , he did as he pleased . i felt sorry for him , knowing that there was something deeply disturbed abt him that would only grow deeper as he got older . i , for once in my monstrous life , became a martyr . never saying a word . never holding it against him . never internalizing his sickness or using it as a tool to aid in my own insecurities .
so yes .
my first time really wasn’t my first time .
guess i just told him .

the infamous costume change .

s.o.b 's was pretty major , man .

supreeeeeme , yeah . . .

hilar .

he's smilin up at us .

g i m m e .

yeah . add this to my list . . .
like , major man .

Screamin Demons .

get into the Screamers !

r e f r e s h .

yes .
i feel much better today .
my humanity sometimes gets the best of me
&
i blow my top .
i realize that i can no longer neglect the importance of this conversation between the martyr & the monster .
i am now on a daily schedule
so
bear with me . . .

a h e m .

this is NOT the same release u have in bootleg form .
this is NOT the same release we had for short sale on our myspace site .
this is NOT the same release that FADER mag put out mixed by DJ Lindsey .
this is the OFFICIAL .
the ONE & ONLY .
support
&
spread the word !

r a n d o m l y s p e a k i n g .

i can only define myself by these moments...
the ones when I'm barely aware of who & what I turly want to be . . .
those moments when everything I've known for so long begin to speak to me in a voice so loudly that I can only sit in the corner of my retarded consciousness & cry . . .

yeah .
these are real tears of self-awareness
although
i told myself that I was on a path toward real love & acceptance .
perhaps there is no such thing
or
maybe it's just my inadequacy speaking .

. . . . . . . . . . .
promise i won't re-read then delete this tomorrow .
a real "retard" can deal with the dramatics of (in this case) her actions .
donc il va .
go fuck yourself .






(hysterical tears of . . . um . . . joy ? . . . ha .yeah , sure .)

feel free to pay me no mind whatsoever !

miss jack davey says . . .

i'm in the bay area
&
i'd love to see u out in the streets .
hit me !

go far out !

silly boys make groovy music ! . . . .



&
their dance moves are major maaaaaan .
"far out !" the song coming sooooooooooooon !