esteban saint esteban, first american god of american gods, patron of grifters and graffitti artists, pushers and pimps, born of the great triumverate of evil, the trinity of filthy dreams, fu manchu, aleister crowley (endlessly sp?), and quentin crisp. esteban we pray of thee: give us this day the promise of gold, indian stimulants, and dancing girls.
this is the empire of dr. bienke //\//\//\
"...and the judgement of baghdad is: gospel karaoke in topless bars...." - dr. earning binky.
let it be. lord, let it be.
"when koo had been told by clyde the twisted buffalo deity in the lobby of the amundson hotel in denver (balancing improbably a pousse cafe glass upon one hoof) the hour of his death he looked upon the world and concluded: 'guess i'll play some guitar.'"
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amy is silly sweet. listen: "i went to lyle lovett and lyle suffered forever like eight years and then he got a band and now he's a fifty and he has a ranch and a really hot girlfriend. isn't that neat?"
no. i'll tell you what lyle already knows: a ranch is where you park your car and where the bossman lives. a ranch is that which a cowboy sings to forget and/or get his ass off of. a cowboy might yearn for a campfire. one of the salient beneficial qualities of a campfire is that any motherfucker can have a campfire. just as any piece shit with a roll can have a hot girlfriend. dallas rools o.k. i'm guessing lyle be playing for something more than a bossman title and a squeeze and i'm guessing he's playing for my ear but truly he ain't really got it yet. at fifty, if he's wise at all, lyle has already glimmered that sweet things like you, amy, sing praises to the living but ghouls like me write obituaries. the best lyle (is that how you spell it? lyle lovett?) heretofore can be is cream on sour milk. unless some child raid him for a sample aimed at something smarter than pop has aimed these last thirty years lyle lovett is gonna be jimmie rodgers jr. the answer to a trivia question concerning the nine million times julia roberts gets married. even if i thought pimping parking lots and beer sales was a decent activity i still wouldn't like popstars. i'd worship monster trucks.
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