Posting this from Texas....Back in Hollywood tomorrow

Mickey Avalon - My Dick Lyrics


My dick cost a late night fee,
Your dick got the HIV.
My dick plays on the double feature screen,
Your dick went straight to DVD.

My dick bigger than a bridge,
Your dick look like a little kids.
My dick large like the chargers (the whole team),
Your shit look like you're fourteen.

My dick locked in a cage (right),
Your dick suffer from stage fright.
My dick so hot its stolen,
Your dick look like Gary Coleman.

My dick pain and big,
Your dick stinks like shit.
My dick got a
Your dick needs a tweezer dude.

My dick is like supersize,
Your dick look like two fries.
My dick more mass than the Earth,
Your dick half staff (it needs work).

My dick been there done that,
Your dick said so
My dick, V.I.P.,
Your shit needs I.D.

[Repeat: 2x]
It's time that we let the world know,
Dude, you gotta let your girl go.
D.S. is the best in the business,
P.s. we got dicks like jesus.

My dick need no introduction,
Your dick don't even function.

My dick served a whole lunch-in,
Your dick, it look like a munchkin.

My dick size of a pumpkin,
Your dick look like Mackauley Culkin.
My dick good good lovin',
Your dick good for nothin'.

My dick bench pressed 350,
Your dick couldnt shotlift at thrifty.
My dick pretty damn skimpy,
Your dick hungry as a hippy.

My dick don't fit down the chimney,
Your dick is like a kid from the Philippine.

My dick is like an M16,
Your dick, broken vending machine.

My dick parts the seas,
Your dick

My dick rumble in the jungle,
Your dick got touched by your uncle.

My dick goes to yoga,
Your dick fruit roll up.

My dick grade a beef,
Your dick made a geek.

My dick sick and dangerous,
Your dick quick and painless.

My dick 'nuff said.,
Your dick

[Repeat: 2x]
It's time that we let the world know,
Dude, you gotta let your girl go.
D.S. is the best in the business,
P.s. we got dicks like jesus.

Baraka Ataraxia, My New Kitty

Baraka Ataraxia, my new 6 week old kitten which I got from a lady giving away kittens. The original litter was 9, they went away real quick. Baraka means Blessing in Urdu and in Hebrew, as my kitty is indeed a Blessing. Ataraxia means Silent Volcano in Latin.

Baraka tidbits: She likes roast beef from the sandwhiches at Fresh & Easy, hiding in corners and meowing for no apparant reason, watching scary movies with me, and chasing imaginary birds around my apartment. She seems to sense movement that to anyone else appears non-existent.....who knows perhaps she is my silent angel ghost-catcher.

"Love Does Not Fail For You When You Are Rejected or Betrayed or Apparently Not Loved. Love Fails For You When You Reject, Betray, and Do Not Love". Adi Da

Can We Avoid Death? The Real Final Destination.....

(Brazil Air Force/AP)
The remains of Flight 447 is still being recovered
Philippe Naughton



Woman who missed Flight 447 is killed in car crash


"An Italian woman who arrived late for the Air France plane flight that crashed in the Atlantic last week has been killed in a car accident.

Johanna Ganthaler, a pensioner from Bolzano-Bozen province, had been on holiday in Brazil with her husband Kurt and missed Air France Flight 447 after turning up late at Rio de Janeiro airport on May 31.

All 228 people aboard lost their lives after the plane crashed into the Atlantic four hours into its flight to Paris.

The ANSA news agency reported that the couple had managed to pick up a flight from Rio the following day.

It said that Ms Ganthaler died when their car veered across a road in Kufstein, Austria, and swerved into an oncoming truck. Her husband was seriously injured."

- http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/news/world/europe/article6479203.ece

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Me and my piano.....

So....Is This It?

There comes a point in life, some still, quiet moment when one sits trapped in the tendrils of memory. On this armchair of previous thought, past and nostalgia, I glimpse the future and it is bleak. I am at the point, perhaps it is too young of me to have formed these conclusions, but the life I have lived at 22 more resembles that of a 50 or 60 year old than one my true age. When you have seen the world, tasted the finest pleasures in every land, played the games of various industries and found both successes and failures, when your very blood has boiled both in love and in loss, when you've received every material gift possible to have and spoken most tongues there are to speak, when truly your life is at a plateau in which everything behind it is a rollercoaster of experience.....there is not much.....else to ponder. The youthful questions of "where will I be when I am older", are far gone, lost around the age of 15, 16 when I started my first company. The innocent naivete of imagining that life is a giant playground endlessly full of Willie Wonka's goodies and Dr. Seuss labyrinths. The few things still left largely for me to discover are massive wealth, power, and fame. And yet out of these 3, I have experienced in some lesser way, all of them. I am.....perhaps a bit dead. Disappointed with the media circus I believed to be a reality. Reading Homer's "The Illiad", Shakespeare sonnets, and countless mythologies from across the globe, even recent folklore such as Harry Potter, I am wasted with my over-saturation of every vessel of life that has been possible to explore. What else? Though it all has been so amazing and wondrous, even the highest parts of enlightenment such as addictive achievement, and magical love, even in those, true MAGIC, has been missing. The touch of a human hand, or the feel of a trophy in my hand....both are still....LACKING. Where is the supernatural element? Where is this radioactive spider that was supposed to bite me around age 14? Where is my fairy godmother who informs me when I am 17 that secretly I am a princess of a faraway country? Where is my wise mentor adorned with long white beard and flowing robes? Sure, I have had the quest and training of discovering my "powers", been thru that boot camp of life in which you are broken and tested to see if you shall swim. I have swam. But still....these trainings were a matter of discipline and free will, and not the workings of a unicorn or a wizard. Where is the REAL magic of life?

When I gain fame, more money, and more power, will the secret of the universe be revealed to me? No. I think not.

For these are external realms of the human sphere. Many of which I have already at the age of 22 tasted, if not entirely conquered.

I pose a question to the universe, where are the leprachauns? Where is the man who pines away for me with carriages of roses and fairy dust? Where is the grand moment when the orchestra rises together and the pivotal finale of my life is emphasized? I want my own theme music dammit. I want my fucking fairy tale. I want all that which I was fed as a child. I want all the tales in every book I have read, every movie I have watched, every older person I have questioned out of curiosity.

Is the final freedom of life only standing before a waterfall? Or coming at home whenever I want, to an apartment arranged however I want it to be, doing whatever work I choose to? Is that IT? Is that the Ultimate freedom?

There must , MUST be something more.

For if not.....

I am already dead.

I have little enthusiasm for the certainties which will follow.

Blessed and grateful all the way......


but numb and jaded nontheless.

Please ,


send me a fucking leprachaun.
Give me lightning bolts I can shoot thru my fingertips.
Show me how to teleport.