Who Dunnit?' profoundly expresses the theme of confusion against a funky groove, and what makes this song so exciting is that it ends with its narrator never finding anything out at all.
This isn't a script, Julian says. It's not going to add up. Not everything's going to come together in the third act.
There’s no use in denying it: this has been a bad week. I’ve started drinking my own urine.
There was a song I heard when I was in Los Angeles by a local group. The song was called ‘Los Angeles’ and the words and images were so harsh and bitter that the song would reverberate in my mind for...
The client had the boudin blanc, the roasted chicken and the cheesecake, he says.Cheesecake? I say, confused by this plain, alien-sounding list.What sauce or fruits were on the roasted chicken? What s...
Sheen's supposed propensity for violence against women hadn't hurt his popularity with female fans either, and if anyone wants to know what that means, then that's a story for maybe fifty other books.
Patrick is not a cynic, Timothy. He’s the boy next door, aren’t you honey? No I’m not, I whisper to myself. I’m a fucking evil psychopath.
On the plane leaving Tokyo I’m sitting alone in back twisting the knobs on Etch-A-Sketch and Roger is next to me singing Over the Rainbow straight into my ear, things changing, falling apart, fading,...
On The Patty Winters Show this morning a Cheerio sat in a very small chair and was interviewed for close to an hour.
No, I start, hesitantly. Well, we have to end apartheid for one. And slow down the nuclear arms race, stop terrorism and world hunger. Ensure a strong national defense, prevent the spread of communism...
Julian’s not at the house in Bel Air, but there’s a note on the door saying that he might be at some house on King’s Road. Julian’s not at the house on King’s Road either, but some guy with braces and...
J&B I am thinking. Glass of J&B in my right hand I am thinking. Hand I am thinking. Charivari. Shirt from Charivari. Fusilli I am thinking. Jami Gertz I am thinking. I would like to fuck Jami Gertz I...
It was when she started dealing coke so she could lose weight. It had worked, sort of. I think she still has a fat ass, and can look dumpy, and has dried-out black hair and writes awful poetry and I'm...
Is that your real name?Does it really matter?It makes me wonder what else is not real.
If I often wished the world were a different place, I also knew—and horror movies helped reinforce this—that it never would be, a realization that in turn led me to a mode of acceptance.
I rerent Body Double because I want to watch it again tonight even though I know I won’t have enough time to masturbate over the scene where the woman is getting drilled to death by a power drill sinc...
I laugh maniacally, then take a deep breath and touch my chest- expecting a heart to be thumping quickly, impatiently, but there's nothing there, not even a beat.
I keep feeling that people are becoming less human and more animalistic. They seem to think less and feel less so that everyone is operating on a very primitive level. I wonder what you and I will see...
I hear it, can actually feel, can even make out the letters of the message hovering above Bono’s head in orange wavy letters: I … am … the … devil … and I am … just … like … you …
I am a ghost to this man, I’m thinking. I am something unreal, something not quite tangible, yet still an obstacle of sorts and he nods, gets back on the phone, resumes speaking in a dialect totally a...