and ran and ran.
sound barriers being broken everywhere.
every hot chick at the xbi said nice things to me today.
and the hottest of all looked at me a few times.
and i may have even looked back.
there was a plane crash in la today pretty close to where i was at the moment.
got on the bus there was a traffic jam. we crept along. i read my new favorite magazine, the week. passed a man on the corner, firetruck, stretcher, looked dead.
there are kids on the bus suddenly because schools out. the kids are loud. they have a lot of hair. i don’t envy their youth i envy their hair.
all you kids who read this. dye your hair more.
two fat punk rock girls got to the top of the escalator and said to the first person they saw, which way is wilshire. free. loud. stinky fresh.
hot dog man now wears safety goggles because theres nothing that fucker does wrong.
if i had a cable access talk show called bloggers with raymi as my sidekick i would have lisa marie presley on every single time as a guest. im watching her on howard stern. again. tell me whats better.
there is no finer interviewer than howard stern. he’s fearless.
fuck the media for not acknowledging his dominance, influence, talent, and on-going success.
when rush limbaugh was hot everyone talked about him and referenced him and there were features after features about him.
they actually wanted us to admire an obese, narrow minded, one sided, bald headed, wrong ass playa hata.
you know why nobody listens to rush limbaugh anymore?
because he told us that clinton was bad and bush was good.
ran a block as fast as i could.
then stopped and didn’t move an inch
then ran as fast as i could down the next block.
hauled ass down the sidewalk because its friday and you cant get me
unless you catch me
but my shadow wont even get me tonight.