my dear ms lovelis
i have a little secret oo wa oo. promise not to tell? i've seen u sing. no disrespect intended, i thought u would suck,* but u were GREAT. (i feel like we're related as you, ahem, know my man -- hombre . . . he's retired now. apparently my blowjobs have caused his fists to remain in a permanently clenched position and he can no longer type.)
you know a, i could really give yr drummer a pounding -- the one with the big drum strapped to his . . . ah well. and as for u, i'd shower u with human body parts and build u a four poster bed of donald rumsfeld's bones. promise to come and see u again soon.
o yeah, i forgot. 2 be me:
1. get the prettiest girls. 2. talk back alot. 3. be smarter than all the boys. 4. be the best lay they know. 5. don't take any bullshit. 6. make men (and certain snobby rich girlz) mad by being 1-5. 7. take a pounding from them. 8. cry and fall down. 9. get up. 10. repeat. (and few last things: stay in school and do works of mercy/works of charity and hit mass 3x a week)
stage door sally,
hvb
*not that u would suck, but you know after 20 years of going to see "great" bands at downtown dives, one does become a little skeptical. not every band is television.
hilly, are u a poster?
hvb