Saturday, August 27, 2011
Self-Inflicted Satisfaction
Never at a loss for passion or attraction when one is wounded by self-satisfaction/ It wasn't Narcissus or Onan dying by own hand/ But for perfect pleasure did she for herself stand/ I do declare, it's solitaire!
Friday, August 19, 2011
Memory Measures Music
I stepped in poo at Bonnaroo/ Seems that you did too/ I can smell it/ She sucked my cock/ During all that rock at Woodstock/ Someone thought I was gay at Monterey but I was glad to disabuse them/ I said I would never go to Montreux/ But Miles Davis beckoned/ So it was OK to change my mind I reckoned/ I followed the Grateful Dead till I lost my head and had a Lollapalooza
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
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