I remember the night that Jackson Browne was angry about crashing his Hummer and he beat a roadie almost to death just for talking to him. That was a sad night.
Bob Dylan's going to die, and it could be soon. I have to prepare myself for this now, or I'll never survive the blow.
I think Mary Kay should change her image. I'm picturing pink Harley's and pink leather. Makeup in saddle bags. Pink T-Shirts that say, "If You Can Read This The Bitch is Faster Than You" on the back.
Rome overran Greece with economic and military might, but Hellenistic Greek culture defeated Roman culture. Hey Canada, please take note of this.
Neil Young is ugly and his voice sounds like a sick goose, but he's an American poet. Neil Young's existence gives me more hope for our culture than Anna Nicole Smith's existence does.
Later. Love.
P.S. - I posted a new short (very short) piece on my cogito writing site. It's called Island Life. Check it out, if you'd like. Thanks for stopping by.
P.P.S. - As you probably know, but I'd like to point out, the part about Jackson Browne is not true. Later.