Archive for the ‘THE DAILY ALIEN: LOVE SMILES’ Category

Guccione has left the Penthouse. Pent-up? Bound -up? Wound-up? Guccione Gave Gifts. As an inter-terrestial Alien currently stuck in the body of a stripper at Babes in Boyland Bar, Atlantic City, NJ…I know a bit about bodies, lusty visionary exposure and being a Voyeur. My 3 favorite written works of All Human Time does in fact, include Penthouse […]


Just back this morning…talk about wide, saucer-eyed Aliens! By 3 am, Chelsea Nicole swung her last round the pole, and from there I was next stuck with her in the middle of her body, quivering under the bright lights of the 24-hour CVS as she vacillated between Maybelline Great Lash and Revlon Luxurious Lengths. My […]


Do it like this, do it like that. Look Atcha. Yesterday, while my earthly body host, Chelsea Nicole, was doing her pole-dance in a burka (her new invention, inspired by M.I.A.’s new song lyrics… “Springsteen and Mujahideen,”) I took a Tastycake break and recalled a scene in Felini’s “Satyricon” where two gay boys encounter a […]


The Angels vs. The “Angles” The Alien, being a traveler to many worlds beyond this pretty green orb, always has an angle on Angels, even from her own temporary earthly body perch here in the body of a pole-dancer on the Atlantic City boardwalk. Queen Angelina Jolie, one of the Alien’s favorite Open Hearted Humans, […]


Earth to its Lovers…Calling You!  The Alien took a temporary spin away from the good ole USA and her earthly residence in Atlantic City (and in her earthly host, Chelsea Nicole‘s body and its daily grindhouse of sno-cone selling, drag racing, skee-shooting and strip bar pole-dancing) to see what was new in the land of real […]


Tip it To High

19May10

Aliens come and go and whoa!… we’ve seen plenty from ET to Bowie to Barbie to Nicole Ritchie. So this Alien was un-plugged and un-blogging for a bit, playing an Anubis Dog, (ushering my Alzheimer-infused and brilliantly psychotic Dad on his way to being an Celestial Alien from his nursing home to his universal resting […]


“Why I can be a frog, a bat, a chimp or a human.” It’s raining the first pelting, freezing rain of the winter here in Atlantic City and while Chelsea is out pole and lap dancing, I’m cozy up in the rancher, with Grandma Ann’s crocheted Americana folly (blanket).  I passed on Chelsea’s figure-flattering slanket […]