Moron-Lance Note: I Should NOT Have Re-Visited This! It is Really Fukkin’ me up! Damn it!
“Too Late Asshole. Damage is Done! Have a Pleasant Night.”
So Come Along. Let Us Take A Stroll Down ‘Sad Memory Lane’ Together. Someone Fetch Along A Coupla bottles of Beefeater Gin
Pls Re-Vis’t This–It Makes No Sense!…. Made Me Cry… Don’t Even Know Why! To Think That I Actually Wrote it! What Was I Not Drinking??? Diana?? Diana? Why Did You die??? I am So Sorry! And As For You, Christopher Hitchens, You are Cordially Invited to Kiss My Ass!
Christopher! I LOVE You!,
But In This Case, re:
You May Kiss My ASS!
I am Tired of Beating This dead Horsey–
Watch if’n You want—
I Honestly Can Say…
“I Do Not Give A Shit.”
It is Only Important to Me Anyway
I am a Hopelessly Romantic SAP.
Her untimely departure really fucked me up.
(More than this ‘Macho-Man’ would ever care or confess to admit.)
Street Cred for Vid: Missmariasiya
(I love England)
This is Well-Documented in
Prince Howdy Doody
How’s it Hangin’ Bro?!”
I love you more than cash money, BUT I do not agree with you. (Actually I Do… Sorta.) However, comma, I’d like to hold onto my Idealistic Dreams And Fantasies… Regarding Princesses.
So on this note,
Go Get Fucked.
I am very far removed from ‘stupid,’ and Christopher is spot on here/below,
but I am also a hopeless romantic.
So I am torn between two lovers.
“Lovin’ you both is breaking all the rules.” “Well shit! I am in the ‘rule-breaking’ business.”
Author’s update September 2021: Ignore this one. Itis stupid and I must have been drunk when I dropped it in.
Street Cred for the Vid: Juan Manuel Astorga
“The Cult of Diana” —Christopher Hitchens :
Update September 2021: From an email string sent to a good friend:
P.S., The Hitch bit is brilliant: “Cult of Diana: The Mourning After.” But it still pisses me off. And you know how much I love Hitch But, as I said in my piece, “Don’t fucking rain upon my fantasy.” Or Words to that effect.
“I suppose I am studid to claim to be so smart.
I still love The Princess of Wales.
But, I also realize this comes from my deep down hopeless stupid romantic ideas. I like to believe in Fairy Tales. (Not gay Fairy Tales…. the old school ones…)
“studid?” Did I type that? I am too studid to be stupid.
Goodbye England’s rose May you ever grow in our hearts You were the grace that placed itself Where lives were torn apart You called out to our country And you whispered to those in pain Now you belong to heaven And the stars spell out your name
And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never fading with the sunset When the rain set in And your footsteps will always fall here Along England’s greenest hills Your candle’s burned out long before Your legend ever will
Loveliness we’ve lost These empty days without your smile This torch we’ll always carry For our nation’s golden child And even though we try The truth brings us to tears All our words cannot express The joy you brought us through the years
And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never fading with the sunset When the rain set in And your footsteps will always fall here Along England’s greenest hills Your candle’s burned our long before Your legend ever will
Goodbye England’s rose May you ever grow in our hearts You were the grace that placed itself Where lives were torn apart Goodbye England’s rose From a country lost without your soul Who’ll miss the wings of your compassion More than you’ll ever know
And it seems to me you lived your life Like a candle in the wind Never fading with the sunset When the rain set in And you footsteps will always fall here Along England’s greenest hills Your candle’s burned out long before Your legend ever will
I loved my Daddy.
Never sure if he loved me.
I thought he was always the smartest in any room, but one day he said something incredibly stupid to me.
(Shortly after the breakup of Lady Di and that moron she was married to.)
She had a broken wing thanks to Charles-The-Cheating-Unfaithful-Asshole–Moron
(I’m an Asshole Moron too, but I NEVER EVER Cheated on any of my four wives)