The Holy Gospel according to the Prairie Messiah

Like a myth you rode in from the west. From the go you had my button pressed. Did the tea-time of your soul Make you long for wilder days? Did you never let Jack Kerouac Wash over you in waves?

Friday, July 21, 2006

You got a hubcap diamond star halo. You're dirty, sweet and you're my girl.

There is just something about listening to T-Rex that makes me really yearn to wear a huge pave rhinstone tiara, hang at out at Stuckey's barefoot and chew lots of green apple super bubble with my incisors while drinking an A&W cream soda. I desire to inspire such truly wonderful poetic filth.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

ahh Marc Bolan...

6:23 PM  

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