lillies on liquid roses floating.) Mad?!? course i'm fucking mad. hieronymo's mad againe (kyd's spanish tragedy.. quoted in eliot.. wasteland maybe...?) what else would be the american stance of culture and taste in the year 2003? accept no substitutes.
so floats the foam on pink champagne.) starlight, i'm riding around with ludmilla and we're listening to stevie wonder playing with some orchestra in rio and we get to this orchestra solo and it's lame beyond belief. ludmilla turns to me: "is it not beautiful, mr. quin.?"
feign would i do such pleasant boating.) when i stay silent i am misinterpreted. if i speak i'm hated. mad and bad.
and prove the ruby main.) this orchestra reminds of paul buckminster whose utterly pointless string arrangements in the early seventies for some reason make me feel like i was riding around in a car with phil spector and clive davis. it ain't a pleasant feeling. suge knight was graceless and honest - a rabid dog maybe - but it was his gracelessness and honesty that made him stand out in the pop industry. the pop industry has always been controlled by murderous gun toting crazies. mad and bad but apparently not as dangerous to know as the rest of my country.
and float away on wine.)
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