Yo, Lordy Lou…
Thanks for not letting me down.
…
With thanks, as I reside somewhere within the teeter-totter generation, we salute all those of you who rock. Does the dog chase his tail intinctively as he wanders about throughout the Universe, with his “unlimited free rides” & scannable Metro card?
As he embraces his horndogginess, he wonders if anyone will ever have the power to free the poets. Memories of blowjobs, little bits of blow & copius amounts of stony weed, chased by alcohol & the occasional amphetamine pill energy…occupy what’s left of his mind. Goddess bless the one who is typing this; and Goddess bless the one who is reading this.
I’m thinking I need a refresher course on the merits of the
“hugs anD rugs” experiment.”
Where’d my beer go? Could I possibly be under the influence of the great “bong calling call?” Does it matter? Graciously, I give thanks for my buzz remaining with me.
As I simply try to recall past memories of the former teen, world-renowned champion, sexpot chica, the clarity of my conclusions, with 100% sincerity & the hard sticky … come with maximum gratitude.
Oh, Lordy Lou.
Dare we CLICK HERE and check out this video of an
improvised studio at Hotel Congress?
Is that a train I hear in the background of the howling?
Oh yeah, and, Goddess bless me for the visual nurturing
in the video below.
I’m feeling solid & optimistic.
And, with absolute gratitude, I track my vices…
& “join” this video in spirit.
Love. Love. Love.
Bless you, Alice. I think I get the two lights. And, I’m loving it.
Or at least trying.
Smile, Y’all. Yer all stars. Astronomy & astrology are your servants.
Forgive me as I take a time out to fully feel the manifesting fantasy.
Love. And mud. And women.
But, I’m no tesco.
Just a lucky bastard, nonetheless.
Oh, Lordie Lou.
With full salutations, I come.
As a humble student, I offer my non-GM seed.
And with that,… I leave you with love.
And hope to return with more…perhaps tomorrow.
Bless you all.
Did I come across as wasted as I am?
And, did you know that John Wayne was overrated,
& that it’s the New Westerns’ turn?
And don’t forget the Caterwauls.
Colordrone Morning Colordrone Morning.
Sons and Lovers Sons and Lovers.
Page the Village Idiot Page the Village Idiot.
Rich Hopkins & the Luminarios Rich Hopkins & the Luminarios.
And, of course, Kid Rock Kid Rock and the Gin Blossoms Gin Blossoms.
And, for refreshments, we’ve got Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers
Roger Clyne & the Peacemakers.
…
and
a girl
who knows
what she wants.
(below)
Love to you all.
Editor’s Note: This post has been flagged as drunken nonsense.
