…or enthusiasm.

…bye-bye Baron Harkonen.

Were they really demons?
Sounds almost angelic in contemplation…

Flea sometimes goes with Koko over to James Coco's place with Yoko Ono in Soho by way of Kyoto to jam with members of Poco & assorted go-go hobos and Lobos; moto robo polo with Toto …and sometimes mojo pogo yoyo Bono bangs a bonobo…no joke, oh no…

Yes.

Sleepytime Gorilla Museum ?

Gallowglasgow

I still love you St Vincent.

"The losers of the world have a new king !"

A tattoo that reads: Don't pull on my ears, I know what I'm doing.

Representatives from the Brazilian government will be by within the hour to escort you back to Rio..;-)

Your fragility is duly noted…

to wound the autumnal city.
So howled out for the world to give him a name.
The in-dark answered with wind.

Will they be cooking and eating other celebrities ?

Love the green.
Love the red.
Love the rot.

I love you St Vincent.

Maybe they could bang away in the water and Nate could ride Ryan like a farting boner corpse as carnal rutting rules the waves the lust creates ?

Well…the fella is a little slow when he's outta the water..
So, he's been campaigning for Bob Dole.

Well…no human is beautiful.
We're all just a bunch of ugly lying idiot monsters to some degree on the spectrums we devise; nothing more than deluded meaningless voracious shit-making machines, no matter what or how many self-serving lies get told again and again up and down the pointless hierarchies we monsters love…

" One moment we’re strangely obsessed with the U.S women’s beach volleyball team, the next we’ve forgotten the sport’s entire existence. "