Thursday, September 20, 2012
After all those nature shots, the blog needed some uglifying.
The Duchess tells me Vai lost his locks.
Where that leaves his fan only the roadie knows.
Thou now ravish'd goop of disguiseness,
Thou attic-child of candy -- hey, it's Time,
Gothic thespian, you can thus express
A vampiric tale more bloody than this rhyme
Farmer, tycoon, even artist? Once again, hesher is the redheaded stepchild.
If face punching doesn't work...
Keep watching the skis!
The chamber pot that fits in your pocket!