bob seger is my biological father. top that, dude. top that.
a vodka on ice in your honor. don't forget the lime. i certainly didn't.
here's a lil' something with nothin' but love....
night moves and 72.
what?!
are you serious, clark?
yes, i'm serious. she's 52, and not bad for 52.if rasta's working on his night moves in the summertime,
the sweet summertime,
he's in love, not far from it, just young and restless and bored,
we're all getting our share,
and working on our night moves.
we'll be back one day. we'll all be there.
nashvegas or new york or the east coast.
it the same, and it's all part of the game.
here's to the game and to the seedy and to the best of friends,
liner
2 comments:
Schtolium,
Dude, I don't have an effin clue what's going on in this post. It's like a freakin' Mr. Rogers acid trip or something.
seth, you must understand...caroline is like a fine mix between the eccentricity of frida kahlo (without the mustache, of course) and the accessibility of your sister. she lives on the outskirts of responsiblity and occasionally drops in to break some shit in the kitchen and to leave us all with the fragrance of possibility in the air. kodachrome, dude. she´s kodachrome.
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