*Rolls dice*
Asia Argento is chaotic good and Elon Musk is chaotic evil. At which point the other shoe drops; a dog named Spots...
Scarlet Diva (Asia Argento, 2000)
These are my charges, live with them on your conscience. Are you going to eat that oatmeal raisin cookie?
I'm Big Boss Dumplinghead and I rock that wax paper kazoo. I've been known to bite the head off a church mouse or two. I am not the kind of guy to put hand sanitizer on every fish he fries, checking out the latest prospects at Telluride once the puttering annoyances subside.
I is stiggy piglets, here to neither imp nor press. Worthless is worth less than worth, I guess. I am a slob because it keeps the people at bay or even totally elsewhere and away. I am a slob aditionally because it loosens up lived experience. I would consider myself to be the luckiest man in the whole wide world should you consent to be my bride.
Mack the Knife takes a shiv made out of a commissary spoon for a wife.
Roll over, beef oven. Them's the barbells of iniquity. Hand me that Werther's Original right this minute, grandpappy, elsewise you're licked.
Fresh as grass after a good rain, moisture in the tubes always gives me sinus pain. Poor me, poor me, pore me a drink, subdural hemispheres of groupthink. We humbly asked God to remove our shortcomings, and God said: "Who you think you're kidding? You better start running."
What may become of the man brutal in the imposition of his principles? I haven't the goddamn foggiest. We have a lifetime's worth of targeted silence behind us.
I have made a commitment to do a fearless and searching oral inventory. As in cunnilingus. Go ahead and throw a loonie in the kitty. These baskets don't pay for themselves.
They think I'm crazy and dangerous and a solid third of them dig it.
This is the part where Mike D. of the Beastie Boys tells Bob Dylan on Bob Dylan's podcast that he doesn't want apologies, he wants real, substantive change. Cheers, homeboy.
You're so vain you probably think I'm delivering you this summons, Margaret Abigail Sinclair of Bullhooey Avenue, Lethbridge, Alberta. You aren't doing anybody any favours by going into labour.
My love is like a coal seam fire that burns for thousands of years.
Yeah? Well look what happens to you when somebody hurts your feelings. Go ahead, Armando, roll the fucking clip...
