January 21, 2011

rock stop (or jacuzzi)

dear train passer buyer diary,

i wouldn't purchase a train iffin i had all the money in the world. they're big and noisy. one goes by my house at midnight and 3am and that son of a bitch is loud. it ain't even really by my house either- but you can sure hear it. i fucking hate it- because when i hear it- it reminds me- "whore- you're still up," and nobody wants to be up at 3am- unless you're fucking someone new. cuz you and i both know- you aint gunna be fucking the same ole- at no 3 in the morning- not even on a special O. plus there ain't no such thing as a special O after you been with someone for so long- special occasions- long gone. if i had all the money in the world i would purchase a quiet 4x4 bus. and the whole back half would be a bed. and id have a jacuzzi on board. and i would employ top of the line NASA drivers to shuttle me around to my shows. and we would cater the finest food and fruits. and stop all the time to collect rocks. i like rocks- for the fishtank.