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Who’s the Best?
I love the smell of napalm in the morning. That gasoline smell. Smells like Victory.
You are like a hurricane. There’s calm in your eye.
Slow day. Saturday.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=POuIxaDqGLY
It was Mom whom told me that was Billy Preston on the original. [How the FUCK would she know that? what were the circumstances? I have no idea. DAMN! That is one good Mom].
I knew from an early age this was some good shit. You couldn’t even find it. It was only on Black and Blue. They only broke the dust out in 1999. I have it on vinyl. I stole it circa 1990. I had a girlfriend come back into town. She wanted me to stay with her at a friend’s, but she wouldn’t fuck me. So I stole all her friend’s good records. The Blondies’s are the best. I woulda never bought that shit. But they sound awesome now on my MAINTAINED Phonograph player. I still love love you, B., hope all that shit down in New Prleans worked out for you. You had a fine ass, though you always hated it. You were ahead of your time… Remember when I ate all those Quaaludes at TT the Bear’s?
I’m really sorry about that. That’ll never happen again. I’ve never apologized fully. Like not in the Tiger Woods style. I’m really, really sorry. I’m so sorry I continually tell this story.
We did go on to have a very fruitful relationship, didn’t we. It was at least another year before you decided you were crazy.
It wasn’t me. it was the Quaaludes. Remember The B-52′s at Rd Rocks. The cocaine. The party at [one of] the Eagles’ house on that mountain. The little kid and her father with the cowboy hat. Your beat up honda or Toyota?
I will never forget that shit as long as I live.
Your house. The ultimate Denver Frank Lloyd Wright rip-off. How we lived there all alone for two weeks and you for months, trying to dream up ways to amuse ourselves. As the First Iraq war started and I was followed it like I was possessed. Every tank, every unit. I highlighted and clipped and stored and processed and analyzed 20,000 words a day out of every newspaper I could find. I still have all that shit.
I just wish I had photos.
I miss you and I love you. I always loved you. I know you loved me. It just didn’t work out. God had other plans. Peace, Baby
Experimenting with Hydroxyzine Pamoate. Under labaroratory conditions. Seriously. It made my dick shrivel at once, but I was able to jerk off about three hours later. This is a very strange drug. If a Doctor prescribes this to you, I would hold him in suspicion. I have tons of evidence. I’m not telling the wjole story from the last two days. But I am keeping a real-time (written) diary… Not as impressive as I initially thought. That might have been the Xanax and Soma (cal, calisprosdoisomthing, I forget, I’ll get it right the next time I steal a couple)
Where is my Bunn? I cannot go into battle without my rear-guard expert. I see I have my Bif. Left flank as always. I’ll take care of the right.
Watching Polanski’s 1965 Repulsion right now. Sick of the Olympics. Don’t give a fuck if the US beats Canada in Hockey tomorrow. We already beat them- number one. Number two. WE KICKED ASS. ASSES. We are the Champions. No time for losers. CUZ WE ARE THE CHAMPIONS.
Although the Gook Bitches, or (as I sometimes refer to them) the Korean and Japanese and Chinese Ladies – they, they, they were awesome and were rewarded accordingly. They were very attractive as well. Fuck Rochette. Lose the whiteness and learn how to skate. Haha. You lose.
The Olympics are over. But I learned some things that nobody taught me, ever, because the cunts that run the networks have never understood sports or what is right in life. They still get it wrong.
Curling is stupid and dull. Tne UN and NATO should round up everybody that has ever engaged in curling, put them in cattle-cars, torture them, then send them to the Gitmo, then put them back on cattle cars to San Francisco. Put them on the same freighters that brought in Chines immigrants and send them to Tinian or one of those islands we tested the Hydro bombs on. Let them try to survive on an air-dropped ton of human feces for a week – so that we may observe how they handle it. Then test various bio-weapons on them. Then let new F-18 pilots use them as target practice with dummy bombs made of wood )(that should hurt from 5000 feet) until they are all dead.
The only true sport (which the networks have hidden from us for decades) is biathlon. Biathlon is the balls and had I known about it when I was a kid, there maybe would be a chance an American would have even scored this year.
My kids are going to be biathletes….Uuuummm, (but, JR, don’t you mean, ummmm….)
Shut the fuck up
So was Hendrix
Dude with the water was 300 metres behind and a faggot and a coward. But suddenly he’s on the scene. Johnny on the spot. Yeah. right.
Can nobody make a WWII thriller from start to finish without all the rigamarole?
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Ummm. No. She’s not from this country. She tells me how to do thangs.
When I watch this movie. I have nobody to turn to
Only you
Only YOU
Holmes
Dave
Bif
Bunn
Tipping and Doom dropped
Tipping was always a fake. Just married to a drone pilot. i love Tipping. I wish she would come back. serious
Doom just couldn’t deal with my incoherent alcoholic rants. I understand that. I hope you come back, MY FRIEND. I’m much worse now. serious
I almost don’t want to show this. I was in this Russian bookstore tonight. I was looking for the Black Swan in Commie. They had it. This is a small place on Beacon street in Brookline (Boston). OMFG.
You should see the women that come in here.
In ze American world this would qualify as a small used bookstore. I told Katya about it it. She said “yeah” I bin dare.
Anyway. They have The Black Swan. In Russian. multiple copies. $12.99 (American Dollars, hardcover)
I win
‘Saving Private Ryan’ moves to bronze as the third best movie EVER.
After A Clockwork and Apox.
Everybody in my life gets nicknames from this squad.
I’ve always wanted a “Reiben.” I’ve had her all along. Tomorrow she will shine. My Turret gunner. BAR. Browning Automatic Rifle. Or as we call it now. M249 SAW. Squad Automatic Weapon. The lynchpin. Dr. _____ , you have no idea. YOU hold this crew together.
I’ve called people my Caparzo. Caparzo is basically the best thing you can be called. He was the best character. The hottest shit. The one true Americano
That’s the best news I’ve ever heard
I married Isis on the fifth day of May
But I could not hold on to her very long
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away
For the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
I came to a high place of darkness and light
The dividing line ran through the center of town
I hitched up my pony to a post on the right
Went in to a laundry to wash my clothes down.
A man in the corner approached me for a match
I knew right away he was not ordinary
He said “Are you looking for something easy to catch ?”
I said “I got no money”. He said “That ain’t necessary”.
We set out that night for the cold in the North
I gave him my blanket he gave me his word
I said “Where are we going ?” He said “We’d be back by the fourth”
I said “That’s the best new that I’ve ever heard”.
I was thinking about turquoise I was thinking about gold
I was thinking about diamonds and the world’s biggest necklace
As we rode through the canyons through the devilish cold
I was thinking about Isis how she thought I was so reckless.
How she told me that one day we meet up again
And things would be different the next time we wed
If I only could hang on and just be her friend
I still can’t remember all the best things she said.
We came to the pyramids all embedded in ice
He said “There’s a body I’m trying to find
If I carry it out it’ll bring a good prize”
It was then that I knew what he had on his mind.
The wind it was howling and the snow was outrageous
We chopped through the night and we chopped through the dawn
When he died I was hoping that it wasn’t contagious
But I made up my mind that I had to go on.
I broke into the tomb but the casket was empty
There was no jewels no nothing I felt I’d been had
When I saw that my partner was just being friendly
When I took up his offer I must-a been mad.
I picked up his body and I dragged him inside
Threw him down in the hole and I put back the cover
I said a quick prayer and I felt satisfied
Then I rode back to find Isis just to tell her I love her.
She was there in the meadow where the creek used to rise
Blinded by sleep and in need of a bed
I came in from the East with the sun in my eyes
I cursed her one time then I rode on ahead.
She said “Where ya been ?” I said “No place special ?”
She said “You look different” I said “Well I guess”
She said “You been gone” I said “That’s only natural”
She said “You gonna stay ?” I said “If you want me to, Yeah “.
Isis oh Isis you mystical child
What drives me to you is what drives me insane
I still can remember the way that you smiled
On the fifth day of May in the drizzling rain.
Oh I’m Back. I’m back and harder than Hell. For the first 48 days, The order is: Take no prisoners. – that means shoot on site. Even if they are Haji Babies (they might be carrying Semtex in their diapers).
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHjWDCX1Bdw
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vHjWDCX1Bdw
Waste them.
Let’s review
Col Kilgore Apox Now
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60 Minutes tonight the first two pieces. E#specially BlackWater 61. Are You fucking shitting me?
Just cut and paste the Apox Now Heli scene. Full volume crank Wagner. It scares the hell outta the slopes. Big Duhe Six to Eagle thrust 7.
We’ll come low outta the rising sun. My boys love it.
So we don’t get our BALLS blown off.
Make it loud.
Romeo Foxtrot. Shall we dance. As the tears pour.
An act of God. 2010 is Massa’s year. The Ferrari has to be strong. The KERS system will have advanced.
My second is Alonso.
My third Vettel.
Look for Rosberg to outshoot Schumacher. I’m serious. The (Brawn) Mercedes will be strong, but, I think Ferrari has learned their lesson.
Look for Kimi Raikkonen back in 2011. This isn’t golf. Nobody gives a fuck what you do off the track in F1. Just win on the track.
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