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Wednesday, October 22, 2008

Sybil Starr Productions is on the rise!!

OH BOY!! I have so many things to cover! Where do I start? Cat-fighting with Renee? Working with Sleeper Kid and FWA in Atlanta? New videos and clips? New wrestlers?

The new website is getting better and better. . today I uploaded 20 new videos to sell, new pictures to the photo prints area. . new clips about to happen. ..I am starting to get a grip on the new website. . .
I upload new content to the members area at least twice a week!!! This week there are new belly punchign clips to be downloaded at both clip stores!
Lia and Sybil's Belly battle!
Lia and Sybil have a belly busting contest!
Belly KO Interview
Lia Labowe would like to get the security job at a local nightclub, but the head of Security who interviews her, Joe Popvich, doesn't think she has what it takes to do the job!! Lia challenges him and says that if she can KO Joe by belly punches she can get the job. . . what Joe doesn't know is that this girl will look for any excuse to hit a guy in the belly!!!!

please stop by the DVD store!!

Please check out the companies I worked with in Atlanta this last week. . . .
I really had a blast and am happy to announce that I will be heading back in December for Wrestlefest!

This weekend I have these two new wrestlers coming in to train and make videos!! Both are tall, dark and tough as hell. . Muay Thai Princess and the wrestler known as "Midnight"
Please contact me if you would like any matches done between the 3 of us or if you would like to sponsor any of the fighters and get copies of all of their matches!!!

Stop by my yahoo group
or myspace for even more fun!

kisses and scissors,
Sybil Starr

Thursday, October 09, 2008

The Song of Surrender

Song of Surrender
Hold me close--
for a night as pure as this
May never return. Stay with me awhile--
For in this birth
Our paths may not cross again.

So what if this tryst
has no tomorrow.
The dreaded guest is at the door.
When his work is done
I will have drawn my last breath.

Why try to reason
what is beyond reason?
You bestow upon me more
Than I'm seeking. What little I give
I lavish upon your yearning.

If this will fill
our begging bowls
Why should laws, oaths, hold us back?
Stretch your arm and take my hand.
History has already written us.

Saleem Peeradina

Monday, October 06, 2008

Long time between the grit

this won't be a blog full of proper english and punctuations. . today what you see is what you might get. . I am tired, can get out of bed. .supposed to working on my roof and fixing some electrical stuff on my house along with going through photos, video processing and training for my fight. . but everytime I start to move around I get dizzy and feverish., . .ugh. . .so I thought i would blog and try to get going, albeit slowly.

I had a great summer. . may have been the most fun every. . many a road trip and adventure. . made lots of new friends and spent lots of time having fun.. maybe it is because fall has set in but I am feeling very thoughtful. . or maybe i am just loopy from this cold. . UGH. . I have ton of new projects in the works. .

Stapled shut, inside an outside world and I'm
Sealed in tight, bizarre but right at home
Claustrophobic, closing in and I'm
Catastrophic, not again
I'm smeared across the page, and doused in gasoline
I wear you like a stain, yet I'm the one who's insane
Catch me up on all your sordid little insurrections,
I've got no time to lose, and I'm just caught up in all the cattle

babbling. .I have spent too much time doing that lately. . there is so much on my mind that had been brewing in my soul and the bubbles of these things are surfacing and breaking to be heard by the general populace., . .
I don't want your safety net. . I just want a little care. . I want to test myself and be tested, I want to be YOUR strongest sword. . I search for purity in this burn, a baptism. . a core group of elements that I can't get down to. . and today I am feverish. . and it is not just the spinning thoughts anymore. . it is a burning forehead and . . I am alone here. . bubbles and swords. . huh

I am a product of my choices. . . these are were my choices and here I am. . . if you want to you can if you want to. .if you want to. . .

what do I look for in the dark basement stairway? what do I think lies down there while i sleep? where were the dreams I let loose on the world? When will it all come home again. . ? And where exactly is home? where is home? how do I find it? will I find it? hmm. . . gypsy road. . gypsy heart . . gypsy feet . . gypsy road. . .