wine and women and weekend revelry. suck it. i'm not in a festive mood. really more of a destructive, unnappreciated, graham-greene kind of mood. what say you, oh... oh... oh bother (english butler accent ensues). 'tis happy hour round ye olde household and the lord of the manor, whom i pretend is i, 'tis frothy. and pissed. and feeling quite unappreciated. yes, unappreciated. and perhaps a bit lacking in an internal synonym database (unappreciated? anyone? anyone? beuller? beuller? beuller?).
when i look at all the male rock icons i hold in the highest esteem, i think of my opposite. on female artists - why do i think at all.
oh yes indeed it's time to do the weekend wax-poetic... a verse for the masses:
the raging burns like chinese torture
sensible like irish murder
headache as our native sons'
we revel and squeal in bloodspurts of kin
we deserve what is ours