
Anyone wondering about the Queen live references should be aware that perhaps, just perhaps, somewhere, someplace, somehow, Freddie is rockin' and knockin' 'em dead.
I don't know why I picture death like a big rock concert or parquet palace with a velvet rope, surlyburly doormen, cavernous interior. Death. All night, every night. With a new cast faster than they can be processed (oops! did someone say SOYLENT GREEN).
Catch me.
I'll tell you the full story.
The great white wonder indeed.
Maybe.
PS. Here's what's been p-shopped: density, contrast, sharpness, and matters of "cleaning" the photograph.
Yes. It was that enormous, and a very good source and I have it with our eight eyes (we both wore glasses at the time) that the Olympian's plate # on his auto was, surprisingly? a vanity plate heralding MASSIVE, for the good ol' state of Florida.
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