I read the letter the President wrote. Listening to Tool, eating a sandwich. Tuna. The name of the song is "Bottom". I don't like it. I changed the video to Summertime Sadness. I think it's my favorite song by her. (Lana Del Rey).
Back in the old Capitol Records days. I used to own the company back in the 80's. While I was working for Reagan on Air Force One I became the owner. I don't really know how it all happened. They said I owned it - so- ( just became.)
It was fun.
I lost the company in 1994 after it was sold. I don't know how.
Now, I'm listening to Chris Isaak sing with Lana Del Rey. I don't like it. Their voices don't blend well together.
It's like when your back is out of place and whatever you do it just keeps hurting. And then!! It goes back into place and stops hurting for the first time in two weeks. Nazareth. Then Twilight Zone.
I just stop everything and kick back. Go back in time crank the Pioneer speakers. Late at night, all alone in Marina Del Rey. Off the coast of northern California. She walks into the movie star's mansion and sets down at the table with some lyrics she wrote in school. God, I swear she was the most beautiful woman on the freaking planet.....
Cool babe. I miss you.
So the President wrote a letter that I actually read.
1975. Golden Earring. Man, why can't we just go back and stay forever. 15 in 1975. Lucky. Man I was so lucky!
Good times times....
A billion!
Strobe lights. Roller Rinks. Foosball. Gibson Birdland. Phil Spector's secretaries in a limousine.
Blue Jean jackets. Dingo Boots.
The President tried to explain things to the Democrats about things that were about things that had to do with things.
Without a bipartisan effort impeachment isn't likely. Crimson and Clover. Over and over.
artwork for you.
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