The coolest but slightly strangest thing happens when you perhaps perfectly least expect them. Truly. Now Pale Green Eyes has been on my mind since a terribly long time, of course. The trouble with her is that she has these really sweet set of eyes that you get lost in them if you look a bit more intently, she's also a brilliant artist, is extremely beautiful and has this intensity about her, oh she leaves little words to describe her. Dylan's perhaps right in, She Belongs to Me -- and she's evil and so am I, she knows the words to Sympathy for the Devil. She likes Cohen, Oasis, White Stripes and Stones.
So well, dear readers, what would you say now? Has your old friend, the cynic, the misanthropist, the sod, er will now start writing happy things here?
No. Of course not. And I'm quite thrilled, and a bit worried too that she may just turn this old sod into being a very happy person -- but I'm quite willing to do so. But to be honest, it's quite threatening and worrying -- me and The Dragon did talk about it. So what does the ole' misanthropist do? Well Pale Green Eyes has been a beautiful misanthropist all her life, she's also an artist, and as I said a swell one. So if all else fails, we'll smoke a j and blow the whole world down -- like we've planned.
So all those who want to get saved and not die in this blast, vote for Taj. No just kidding. But tell me about it, so I can review your life, act like God perhaps , and promise you a life that's not fucked up.
It's quite crazy, this love. It's very cool -- we aren't those corny sorts (just in case, some fucker like Exile may wonder), but we aren't those abuse each other sorts. That's not cool.
But if Pale Green Eyes is kind, I'll put up one of her artworks here. If you like it tell me, if you don't fuck off or well do whatever you do when you're stupid.