Thursday, December 25, 2008

When Bloodshot Orbs Are Groaning...

Can't remember the last time I awoke hungover with a hot blonde stuck to my torso on Christmas morning, but my desanguinated, smiling mug tells the sordid tale. The gals opened the champagne just as I departed for death, and the buzzards fly over the wreckage even as I bleed...

("The silent witnesses" -- Claudia's succinct comment.)


Jesus would want you to know the grape,


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To Live and Shave in L.A. 25th Anniversary Tour: Updated Poster

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