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littlequeenies · 8 months
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Demri's "book"
Ana from the much missed "Memories of Demri" instagram/tumblr accounts collected all the different memories that people who met her, shared...
I came up with the idea of sorting them not only by subject, but also a bit of a chronological display...
And then she add some more info,photos and created a very beautiful design.
This is, for now, what looks to be like a book about Demri's life and legacy. It's work on construction and it's done with much love and respect.
Please, feel free to join and share it.
This is for you, Demri, your mum, and all the people who loved you.
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modelartist-demri · 6 months
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NEW ENTRY ON MY BLOG!
On October 29, 1996, Demri passed away of acute intoxication caused by the combined effects of opiate, meprobamate, and butalbital when she was only 27. 
Demri and Layne in the Spring of 1990 by Krista Kay.
Her last few years, since around Thanksgiving 1993, her health began taking a turn for the worse. She told her mother she had been having fevers in excess of a hundred degrees. Austin told Demri the next time it happened, she should go to the hospital. The first of many hospitalizations happened shortly after. “She came in to the hospital for the first time at the end of November of ‘93. She was in until January of ‘94. She got out and was back in in March of ‘94 and at that time put on life support,” Austin recalled. “When she would be in, she would come in to the emergency room. They would admit her up into a medicine floor; then she’d go from the medicine floor to the Intensive Care Unit and life support, and then she wouldn’t die. So she’d go back to the medicine floor – she’d be on IV and antibiotics for a month. This went on and on and on. She had her lungs operated on twice. She had her heart operated on twice [she had a heart valve repaired and another replaced and the pacemaker implanted age 26]. She suffered miserably.” [1]
Jacque: “She was very sick in the end. She’d had open heart surgery and had nerve damage to her feet which were mostly numb. She had no body fat at all, and was cold all the time. Often the car’s heater would be on full blast, even on a nice day, everyone would be sweating and she’d be shivering and wearing a sweater.” [2]
According to Amber Ferrano, Dave Navarro was the one who brought up the endocarditis . They had the doctors check and found it on the back of Demri’s heart valve.
Demri with Dave Navarro ca. 1994 in a medical facility.
Amber Ferrano: “Dave was my go-to person as someone who had kicked to help Layne and Demri when various things came up with them regarding drugs because they had used with him in the past when Jane’s Addiction came through town and now clean. Dave was their inspiration. He was in AA, and though they didn’t believe in AA they loved him, he was non-jugemental and kind. They really wanted to show him they could get clean. Bob Timmins helped too. They thought if lifers could get clean because of him there was hope. 
Dave was the one who brought up the endocarditis, asking if that is what she had. It was the first time we heard of it. All those times in the hospital. They ended up finding it on the back of her heart valve.”
While in the ICU, Austin said Demri was conscious but intubated – she had a tube inserted down her throat to help her breathe, which she despised. She would tell her mother, “I hate being fucking intubated. I can’t talk, and these people come and they ask me these fucking questions, and I can’t fucking talk, and I feel like a fucking fish in a fucking fishbowl.” She communicated by writing on a small blackboard with a piece of chalk. [1]
Despite the multiple hospitalizations and brushes with death, Demri continued using drugs. She had seemingly accepted that her addiction was going to kill her. 
Amber Ferrano: “I brought mortuary books in to Demri at the hospital when Layne got back from New York in April of 1996. I, of course, shocked Demri and said I thought we could go coffin shopping. Of course when Layne got there she told on me. When she first saw them she was balling saying she didn’t want to die. Layne talked about all the issues. I said you have to be clean to fix those issues and they get less and less. The thing with them was people waiting outside their home with drugs as a way to befriend them or mailing it to them. It killed Layne when he got letters about people using. He didn’t write to glorify it, it was cathartic to work his way through it."
Barbara Dearaujo: “She was in and out of the hospital for months at a time before she actually passed away. I would go visit her and she had all the nurses going crazy. She put up all her drawings and flowers all over the walls and did things she wasn’t supposed to do like take off with her IV and go out and smoke. She was a wild child... My heart goes out to her mom. She was a good mother and she tried so hard to help Demri, but Demri was her own woman and she lived in the extreme always. She was a broken child. Grasping for something to relieve some deep pain that no one but her knew.”
One of the last photos of Demri alive, as far as her mum knew. Demri and her mum Kathleen on September 1996. Kathleen sent this photo to Memories of Demri instagram (no longer exists).
Donald John: “I was very close with Demri Parrott, knew her during her last year of life. I met her at the hospital through a friend and became very close to her. I used to visit her a lot while in the hospital, and we had some very deep spiritual conversations about everything, including her relationship with Layne from the start to the end. She even gave me a pair of sunglasses that was his. I used to read books to her and let her borrow a lot of my books, especially art books, to keep her busy. I used to hold her while she cried and watched her while she slept. I used to go outside with her when she wanted to smoke and when she was feeling better to walk, and met her mother. I even got to check out her mother’s home which had a lot of pictures of Demri of her modeling days and stuff. Sometimes on her breaks she would come to my apartment that was like 5 min walk away from the hospital. She would come over and we would do heroin together and paint pictures with my art supplies, sitting Indian style on the floor listening to music. Then when she was released from the hospital she stayed with me for a while in my place and even slept in the same bed with me, we never had sexual relations but were deep friends and something more. She and Layne at the time were pretty much over even though he visited her while in the hospital. Sometimes we would cuddle in bed and she was so skinny. When she would leave to do her errands around town she would sometimes come back with gifts, like one time I got a cool wallet from her and a necklace with an angel on it – at the time I had my first tattoo of an angel on my forearm. When me and Demri first met I was just smoking heroin, then I started shooting and when she found out she was very upset. Time had passed and I saw her frequently. Then I found out about her death.” [2]
The other of the last photos of Demri alive, as far as her mum knew. Demri and her mum Kathleen on September 1996. Kathleen sent this photo to Memories of Demri instagram (no longer exists).
Ryan Kalsbeck:“Demri was staying for a bit with me at my old apartment off 45th and Lake City Way, we had been friends for years by this point but her addiction was sad for me to see. We had long serious conversations about a lot of things. Personal, to say the least. But she always carried her Leather Modeling Portfolio with her everywhere she would go or where she was staying, but she made me promise to please hold on to this portfolio for her and don’t let anyone around it or in it and she would eventually have a solid place to bring it to and for safe keeping. I never let one picture wander off into anyone ever. I promised Demri I would guard it and I knew how important this was to her fading life. She was so afraid of loosing this or someone stealing it, probably swiping rare as f*ck photos of her and Layne, stacks of the two in different vintage clothing. But I had her portfolio in my possession for at least 1 year, and one day like normal she left my apartment and I was still sleeping. Said, ‘I’ll see you at the Off Ramp later tonight.’ I wasn’t surprised to not run into her that night, and this was one of the last times of her disappearing, no one hearing from her for months at a time. But she always popped up at someone’s place eventually. The story is deep, and thick, and personal for me to speak of.”
Terri Brannon: “Last time I saw her, I went over to Carolina Court to say goodbye because I was moving back to Arkansas. I had a very sad feeling when I hugged her. I knew in my heart I’d never see her again. She was so full of life back then. A wild gypsy child. Reminded me of myself many years before. It’s been years and years, but you never forget Demri. She is unforgettable.” [2]
Demri's graveyard at Miller-Woodlawn Memorial Park, Bremerton, Washington, USA 
During her final days, Demri was staying with an older man named Tom, the father of a friend of hers, at his place in Bothell. According to Amber Ferrano, he was a drug dealer, Demri was staying with him because he had klonopin so she wouldn’t have seizures. Demri had lived something of a nomadic existence, staying with different people for periods of a few days to a few weeks at a time. Toward the end of her life, it became very difficult for her to find a place to stay. 
On the afternoon of October 28, 1996, Tom drove Demri into Seattle. She told him she wanted a few things from a Fred Meyer grocery store. When he arrived at the store, Demri was unconscious, and he couldn’t wake her. He went into the store to pick up her things, leaving the car engine running so she wouldn’t get cold. He came out of the store, drove home, and still couldn’t wake her. He left her in the car unconscious so he could do his laundry. He eventually realized something was seriously wrong. 
Demri was eventually brought in to the emergency room at Evergreen Hospital in Kirkland at 7:30 P.M. – two and a half hours after she first lost consciousness. Her mother got a phone call from the hospital, telling her Demri was there. 
Kathleen asked the doctors if Demri could hear her. The doctors told her they thought she could. She clutched Demri’s hand and said, “Dem, if you have a choice to stay or to go, you don’t have to stay for me anymore.” During previous hospitalizations, she had always told her to fight, to to survive. This time was different. [1]
Jack Plasky: “The first time I met Layne was when he came by my studio after Demri passed. We hung out for about six or seven hours. We went through Demri’s pictures. We did not talk much, it was more like sharing with me his pain. He was not a rock god that day, just a regular person who wanted to share the loss with each other. We had a very strong bond based on our love and caring for Demri, and her feelings for us. I got a strong true feeling from him when he looked at Demri’s pictures, that life held nothing for him anymore.”
Ariel Layton: “Demri used to spend a lot of time with my girlfriend, Jana. She actually passed away in my friend Tom’s truck. I also ended up couch-surfing at Buddah’s around the same time as Layne shortly after she passed. He had photos of her everywhere, it was very sad.” 
Kathleen Austin: “Derek loved Dem so much and nothing she did would ever change that. He spoke at her funeral, ‘If my sister got on the ferry in Seattle, she knew everyone on the boat by the time it reached Bremerton’.”
Clay: “Demri, it’s been 13 years [March, 2009] since you went to be with Jesus and I still miss you so much sweetie. I’m so glad we got to share all the time with each other before you left us. When we prayed and talked about Heaven and The Lord, it still makes me think about how I look forward to seeing you again and being with you forever. I hope all the world knows you are with Christ now and your faith in Him, so they can have the same hope we shared. I’ll always treasure your Bible your grandma gave me, until we are together again. Love you always, Clay.”
Brochure from Demri’s memorial service, which was held on November 2, 1996. Shared by Marisi Sojit and posted by “Comunidad Alice in Chains Chile” Facebook group. Found via Instagram: memoriesofdemri (no longer exists)
Carolyn Hart Gutierrez: “She was one of the most amazingly trusting, compassionate, openhearted persons I’ve ever known, albeit briefly. We went to the same high school, and she was a friend of my younger sister. I have often thought about her over the years. It broke my heart to hear that she was gone from this Earth. I always imagined that she grew up and became a happy little momma who would teach her children to believe in magic and that if you wish on a star your wish will come true, and to dance in the rain. That’s what I believe. Demri may be gone, but she is never forgotten.” [2]
Krisha Augerot: "She was like the sweetest, cutest, tiny hippie chick – just adorable and gorgeous. Never would I have ever imagined what happened to her happening". 
Mara Whelan: “My dear soul sister, she extracted the truly beautiful parts of my soul and made me unafraid. She brought light into the depths of darkness from within. She loved all my ugliness and glorified my uniqueness.
Demri and I lived together, slept together as sister spoons, hitchhiked all up and down the coast and back and forth to Seattle from Everett a million times. We lived in Seattle together in multiple places. When we didn’t live together, even when the drugs came into play, we never lost each other.
She was the most beautiful soul that ever existed. What I would do to feel her hand in mine again.”
Barbara Dearaujo: “Demri was an artist herself, a model and someone who could always make you laugh. She was the type of person who when she entered a room full of people all eyes would be on her. She sucked the energy from the room and then blasted it back out at you and made you laugh and smile. She was so different than everyone else and everyone knew it who met her. Geeky, funny, caring, talented and unique girl who could of owned the world if she had not got caught up in what was going on around her. She was a star in her own right.”
*All the information has been collected from the "Memories of Demri" document shared on google drive*
Sources cited:
[1] Alice in Chains: The Untold Story by David de Sola
[2] Instagram: memoriesofdemri (no longer exists)
*VERY SPECIAL THANKS TO LITTLE QUEENIES AND MEMORIES OF DEMRI*
Some great Demri sites you MUST check: 
Little Queenies tumblr blog - Demri info
Little Queenies' collection of Demri's photos hosted at Google Photos
Memories of Demri document hosted on Google Drive
Videos of Demri hosted on Google Drive
World of Demri on Instagram
World of Demri substack blog
Demri L. Parrott on facebook
Demri L. Parrott on Instagram
Demri Lara Parrott on Instagram
Demri Parrott Legacy on Instagram
Beautiful Demri Blogspot
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nehistripesseattle · 2 years
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Remembering the beautiful, loving, imaginative Demri Parrott Murphy today. • Capable of making everyone she encountered smile….a fashion trendsetter and an icon to this day. Demri is with her brothers Derek & Devin and her soulmate Layne in a world full of love and music. A world filled without pain; a world vastly different from ours. • • May we always remember her spunk, charm, infectious smile and her acceptance of all. All my love to her mom Kathleen and her brother Dave. • • Photographer Alison Dyer ———————————————————— #nehistripesseattle (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/CkT6piLSRXD/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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shannendoherty-fans · 4 years
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I was tagged by lovely Tina Aumont to name 5 celeb crushes! ✨💫 Thank you!! 💝
1. Shannen Doherty 🍀
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2. Lee Starkey 🦇
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3. Demri Parrott 🌹
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4. Drew Barrymore 🦄
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5. Andrea Corr 🎶
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FUCK YOU
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demrilparrott · 4 years
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araekniarchive · 3 years
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memento mori
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Last words of Pope Alexander VI (b. 1451, d. 1503) born Rodrigo Borgia / John Doman as Rodrigo Borgia in Borgia (2011–2014)
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Last words of Marie Antoinette, Queen of France (b. 1755, d. 1793), said after accidentally stepping on the foot of her executioner / Ute Lemper as Marie Antoinette in L’Autrichenne (1989)
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Last words of Humphrey Bogart, American film star (b. 1899, d. 1957)
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Last words of James Brown, American singer (b. 1933, d. 2006)
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Alleged last words of Gaius Julius Caesar, Consul of Rome (b. 100 BC, d. 44 BC), believed to have been spoken to Marcus Junius Brutus, one of his assassins / Ciarán Hinds as Julius Caesar in Rome (2005–2007)
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Last words of Anton Chekhov, Russian playwright (b. 1860, d. 1904)
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Last words of Thomas Edison, American inventor and businessman (b. 1847, d. 1931)
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Last word of T. S. Eliot, American poet (b. 1888, d. 1965); his wife’s name was Valerie.
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Last words of Archduke Franz Ferdinand of Austria-Hungary (b. 1863, d. 1914); he and his wife, Sophie, were assassinated in Sarajevo in 1914 by Gavrilo Princip, triggering the First World War. He repeated the phrase ‘it is nothing’ six times, before falling silent.
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The alleged last words of Ernesto ‘Che’ Guevara, Argentine revolutionary and politician (b. 1928, d. 1967)
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Last words of Wallace Hartley, English violinist and bandleader (b. 1878, d. 1912); along with his band, Hartley famously chose to play music as the Titanic sunk in an effort to keep the passengers calm / Jonathan Evans-Jones as Wallace Hartley in Titanic (1997)
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Last words of Joan of Arc, French military leader and Catholic Saint (b. 1412, d. 1431) / Jean Seberg as Joan of Arc in Saint Joan (1956)
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Last words of Jack Kerouac, American writer (b. 1922, d. 1969)
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Last words of Martin Luther King Jr., American minister and civil rights activist (b. 1929, d. 1968)
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Last words of Philip Larkin, English poet (b. 1922, d. 1985)
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Believed to be the last words of Heath Ledger, Australian actor (b. 1979, d. 2008), said during a phonecall to his sister Katie who told him it was a bad idea to mix sleeping pills with other prescriptions; Ledger died that same night after doing so.
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Last words of Louis XIV, King of France (b. 1638, d. 1715) / Alan Rickman as Louis XIV in A Little Chaos (2014)
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Last words of Brittany Murphy, American actress (b. 1977, d. 2009)
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Last words of Vladimir Nabokov, Russian writer and lepidopterist (b. 1899, d. 1977)
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Last words of Lawrence Oates, English officer and explorer (b. 1880, d. 1912); a member of the Terra Nova Antarctic Expedition, an injured Oates realised he was lowering the chances of his fellows survival, and chose to sacrifice himself so they did not have to continue caring for him. It was his 32nd birthday when he walked into a blizzard, and he was never seen again.
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Last words of Anna Pavolva, Russian prima ballerina (b. 1881, d. 1931)
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Last words of Pablo Picasso, Spanish artist (b. 1881, d. 1973)
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Last words of Jannetje Johanna ‘Hannie’ Schaft, Dutch resistance fighter (b. 1920, d. 1945); after being shot non-fatally at close-range by one of her executioners, she taunted him with the above words.
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Last words of Lucy Stone, American orator, suffragist and abolitionist (b. 1818, d. 1893)
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Last words of Leo Tolstoy, Russian writer and noble (b. 1828, d. 1910)
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Last words of J. M. W. Turner, English painter (b. 1775, d. 1851) / Timothy Spall as J. M. W. Turner in Mr Turner (2014)
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Last words of Vincent van Gogh, Dutch painter (b. 1853, d. 1890); van Gogh died in the arms of his brother, Theo, as he wished to / Daniel Baker as Vincent van Gogh for Douglas Copeland’s I Am Vincent
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Last words of Voltaire, French philosopher and writer (b. 1694, d. 1778) born François-Marie Arouet; the above was Voltaire’s response to a priest asking him to renounce Satan on his deathbed / Dustin Demri-Burns as Voltaire in The Great (2020–)
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Last words of John Wayne, American actor (b. 1907, d. 1979) born Marion Robert Morrison
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wastedmyhate · 3 years
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“She was always so hilarious & adorable!!! When she lived across from the high school, we would skip classes & escape over there. Growing up she went by Demri Murphy.” — Karie Pfeiffer Simmons
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demriforever · 5 years
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“The happy smiling Layne we all loved. Found this backstage photo of (R-L) Demri Parrott, Layne Staley and Debbie Murphy at the Pantera show in the Mercer Arena, Seattle. 7/19/94. Two years later Demri passed away 10/29/96 and Layne 4/5/02. Thank goodness Debbie is still among the living!”
Caption/Photo: “Iron” Mike Savoia.
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rock-groupies · 5 years
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From the Nehi Stripes Musiczine Seattle facebook page:
3 years ago, and in collaboration with the Murphy/Austin family, we thought it would be a great idea to start a yearly tradition in revealing one before-seen photo of Demri. Our sole purpose to keep the memory of Demri alive. In the thought process, Demri’s mom & I discussed ways to keep her name & face in the public eye; also a way for our younger generations to learn about her, and her long “love-affair” with Layne Staley too. NeHi Stripes Musiczine Seattle/NeHiStripes.com is the only media outlet you’ll see these new photos. Therefore, in yearly tradition in what we started on October 29, 2016, here’s a brand new photo. This picture was taken in Jacksonville, Florida while she was attending the high school of performing arts in 1985. **Important-this photo belongs to the Murphy/Austin Family. It has been throughly watermarked and we ask that you do not copy or print. Artwork and the Demri Parrott annual photo reveal is sponsored by www.NeHiStripes.com -Cindy Demri Lara Parrott February 22, 1969 - October 29, 1996
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eyes-like-a-pisces · 5 years
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I deleted all the dots because tumblr doesnt allow to put link in ask section
Ok, I see It now. I googled It and internet says: Demri was the biological daughter of Dennis Wayne Dougherty and Kathleen Ann (Austin) Santos. She was adopted by her stepfather, Stephen John Parrott. 
So you found her step father. 
I started searching things on this webside and I see Demri’s mom had few husbands (3 I guess-John Santos, Dennis Murphy (Demri’s biological father) and Stephen Parrott.)
Demri’s original last name was Murphy, she changed It to Parrott.
PS: I got full respect for Demri’s mom and family and I think what we are doing might be a lil bit creepy, so If you want to discuss more with me, consider coming off anon ;)
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littlequeenies · 1 year
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January 1992 - Demri Parrott and some friends pictured by Cliff Feulner for the Spanish edition of Penthouse magazine, OUR SCANS.
TEAMWORK! Lovely Ana from Memories of Demri on ig found out that Cliff Feulner's photos were in some Spanish editions of the Penthouse magazine and I bought them but we didn't know if she was there or not... My sister received the magazines and Demri was there!
If she knew that today, people from different countries (Spain and Belarus) and different generations did this teamwork to share her photos and stories, Demri would be THRILLED!!
Ana, I am so happy we did this together!!!
Please, credit her or us when re-posting.
Enjoy!
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modelartist-demri · 1 year
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Spring 1990 Demri and Layne by Krista Kay.
Some of the photos come from the book "The Dark Room".
Demri painted the blue bubbles and did some art in some of the photos.
As for what Demri is wearing in photo 3, Krista remembers: “The dress was Demri's. Actually, it was more of a brocade white top, I think. The veil was mine. I can't remember what Layne said, but it got him a momentary stern look from Demri and he deserved it. I love his smile here.”
About the last photo, Krista says: "A close-up of a Demri & Layne contact sheet printed in 1990. Dusty, faded, poor exposure, Layne blurred, the beast to her beauty, and Demri lit up in a lost moment. For me, it was always Demri & Layne, not Layne & Demri. They were a pair but Demri would richocet energy and the spotlight always seemed to find her while Layne was introverted, watchful. I want to share a brief glimpse of a treasured soul on the day we lost her. Hopefully, she gained peace on this day. By the way, I always forget the significance of October 29th until I see the IG reminders. ♡" [October 29, 1996 is when Demri died, aged 27, because of an overdose after being clean for years.]
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nehistripesseattle · 2 years
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“The Future’s So Bright, Dem’s Gotta Wear Shades” • For some reason I thought I’d shared this photo of Demri previously. However, after catching up with Kathleen’s Demri’s mom, she told me I hadn’t. The caption I wrote “The Futures So Bright……”, is directly from Kathleen also. • • Demri was around 16 in this photo while in Jacksonville, FL. • • • Kathleen may be joining us Thursday for the gathering at the Seattle Center Intl’ Fountain. It will be her first time in a few years, so I’m praying she’ll be able to join us. It’s not the same without her. Kathleen is like my second mom and I love her dearly❤️ - final note, each year I always make a candle for Layne, Mike and Demri. It’s a time of remembrance, a time of celebration and a time to honor. • 📸 Photo via the Murphy/Austin Family and watermarked to prevent copying. • —————————————————— #nehistripesseattle #demriparrott #demriparrottmurphy #demriandlayne #remembrance #icons #kathleenaustin #weloveyou #legacies (at Seattle, Washington) https://www.instagram.com/p/ChWG_f-rZLh/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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"Demri could communicate and socialize beyond her years. As a three-year-old, Demri was tested by experts at the University of Washington, who told her parents she had the vocabulary of a high school senior, but her exceptional language skills weren’t always well received by adults or other children. When she was two, her grandmother had made her an angel costume for Halloween with a gold halo that went above her head. Kathleen Austin and her mother were taking Demri to her great-grandmother’s house so she could see Demri in her costume. During the car ride, Demri was tugging at the halo. “Demri, you’re going to mess up your hair, honey,” her grandmother told her. “But, Grandma, the goddamn halo won’t stay up.” Demri’s grandmother almost drove the car off the road."
-Alice In Chains: The Untold Story, by David De Sola
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demrilparrott · 4 years
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📸: Jack Plasky.
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